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	Hanani had been sitting off on the opposite side of the Deck from Maiko and Natsumi, seemingly muttering to himself as he looked over the black sword within his grasp, long silver hair currently tied back to avoid it being in his face. At the moment, he seemed content, more-or-less, to be by himself and apparently muttering in a language not many people were able to understand, a dog-sized Siamese curled up at his feet. However, this peace was rather rudely interrupted by a small and rather hyperactive Dragon-Kitsune who seemed to think it the ideal moment to pinch his cheek while she quip excitedly about something he didn't quiet catch thanks to the overly loud voice that seemed to be arguing with him inside of his head over the Monk he had ended up with as some sort of loyal follower of a sorts. The argument was more or less Mercy trying to get him to kill her, the sword seemed to have an issue with anyone who leaned more towards the lawful side, it didn't matter if they were evil or not. [color=#DDA0DD]"الجواب هو ودائما سيكون ... لا. الآن إسقاط لك قطعة دموية من المعدن."[/color] he grumbled as he threw a sharp glare at Kyoumi for grabbing onto his cheek the way she did, [color=dda0dd]"You know I hate to be touched."[/color]

	With that said, he sheathed the sword and looked over at the young woman who had come over to them, her rather large bag catching his eye for a moment before he looked at the food Ming had brought out. He did not mind pork buns, but he couldn't help but wonder if she had pilfered the kitchen of the ship or had found a way to make them herself. Walking over to the offered food, he grabbed too and stepped back, the robes around his legs making small snapping sounds on occasion thanks to the wind that rushed past them. Thankfully, it was the only loose part of his clothing as the Mithral chain shirt he wore weighed everything else down, though he had a tendency of wearing things that were tight against his upper body to begin with. [color=dda0dd]"Hanani,"[/color] he said shortly to Risha, [color=dda0dd]"And [i]Tail Chasers[/i] hasn't exactly been agreed upon just yet. I don't chase tails."[/color] He glanced at Maiko, though he was clearly not upset with her persistence of the name, he wasn't exactly sure she understood the double meaning behind such words. Rather than say anything else on the matter however, he entertained himself with heating one of the two pork buns he had taken.

	As always, the Magus had no interest in conversation with people he did not know, or trust, and Risha fell under both of those. [i][color=dda0dd]'If the other's had stuck around instead of splitting off they would have made it here, but of course, they have probably been eaten by a troll or something,'[/color][/i] he thought to himself as he looked around at the rather heavily Dragon-type populated group he had found himself a part of. They were each far different compared to his old group, but he did like them quite a bit more, even if some of them were a little too hyperactive for his taste. That and he did get his own sort of eye candy out of it, something he hadn't exactly had with the former troupe he had accompanied before they all went their separate ways. [color=dda0dd]"Thanks Ming,"[/color] he muttered to the woman who had supplied the food, ice blue eyes kind towards her but distrusting when they focused back on the Fish woman.