[h2][color=slategray]Kazou [/color]- Sasori and Co. Investigations[/h2]
[sup]Current Group:[@Krayzikk][@Write][@Plank Sinatra][/sup]
At the gentle sigh of the group's... leader he supposed, Kazou steeled his nerves. Right, they were probably working through this stuff too, and they may not have been as foolish as he was to believe this all free of mind-shattering revelation. She began her story. Daisuke-senpai and Kimiko were friends simply walking home from school. A transport truck crashed, unleashing golden-eyed robotic nightmares, slaves to the modern art project Kazou had seen earlier. After beating it to death, in an uncharacteristically violent manner he'd add, the Pizza bots were all dead, except for the one Kimiko had been holding at the time who was simply freed from the Golden Fog's stifling embrace.

After that Sasori-san and Hitmoi-kun showed up, as well as a "Cali-senpai" whom Kazou hadn't yet met. He hummed curiously, many thoughts racing through his head. She caught Kimiko glancing at Sasori, though he couldn't tell why, and Hitomi cut in with an oddly coherent thought. [i]Whatever this was, it was bigger than four dumb kids.[/i] Or, three kids and a detective it seemed, he wasn't part of the group yet. Obviously. Duh.

But then she said something else. “It’d be wise to include everyone present in the relevant discussion I think.” It was oddly tense, no one was saying anything. [color=slategray]"That wasn't the full story..."[/color] Kazou mumbled, crossing his arms Sasori spoke up again but Kazou wasn't listening. He was flipping the coin mentally as to whether he could really go through with this, press the issue on what they were hiding, become someone [i]in[/i] a group, instead of someone leering at groups, desperately miming 'let me in!' and reminiscing about when he [i]was[/i].

He tapped his foot, face scrunched up in thought, when Kimiko's eyes met his. They were already in this 'flutter' or whatever Sasori-san had said, Kimiko and Daisuke having personal stakes. He nodded his head to her. He needed, more than anything, for himself to be let in.

[color=slategray]"Yeah, I agree with Kimiko-ku-"[/color]

Did she just say magic?

[color=slategray]"I... you can do magic? Not the standard party tricks I assume... Is this related to yesterday?"[/color] He asked, but he knew the answer. Those two things were linked, one causing the other. Must have been. The only two people who can do magic just happened to have been attacked by a wooden puppeteer? Maybe if he'd follow these two, he'd get magic of his own.

One can dream, right?