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There had been a moment of awkwardness when the other brown-haired boy had come over, ready to shake hands when Yuuki had just planned on waving. Extending his right hand for the shake that was going to come in his direction, Yuuki watched as this new boy, Ashton, pulled out his left hand instead, right hand still grasping the sketchbook. For a moment, the coat-bearing boy hesitated…but in the next, [u][i][b]HE POWERED THROUGH[/b][/i][/u]. Twisting his arm around so that both palms could meet after all, he grasped Ashton’s hand tightly and shook it twice, firm and fast.

[b]“Oh, god-child? You know how it is,”[/b] the blue-eyed youth said, [b]“Threatened to explode everything I loved if I didn’t shake hands. Sounds pretty normal for a fledgling god, yeah? Making a fuss about having no time when they’re immortal. And wow, I never saw an American before! No wonder you’re dressed so differently.”[/b]

It was also very American to just immediately start thinking about work and such, wasn’t it? The whole ‘seize the day’? Good ol ‘pursuit of happiness’? Already, Ashton was bouncing off a dozen ideas and consideration, leaving Yuuki to just chuckle to himself at how eager and excited the lad was. Very American indeed, to turn everything from a conversation to a speech. Guess that’s just how boys from highly individualistic societies were raised? According to the books, at least.

[b]“Hey now,”[/b] he said, [b]“No need to rush t-”[/b]

Then Mr. Alistair Archibald decided to show off his own American-ness, as if such thing were a competition. Powered by outrage against the divine, the lion said his own miniature speech, establishing his individuality and rebellious nature within a few quick lines, before bursting out of the room majestically and throwing open the doors to a new world. For a moment, the light that streamed from the open door was blinding, and then…it remained blinding.

Samurai man spoke up next, outing himself as Nakkun, an archer from a time where archery was still relevant. [b]“Didn’t die myself, friend,”[/b] Yuuki commented, [b]“Just walked…but yeah, Ashton, like I was gonna say, making assumptions about what this world has is a b-” [/b]

Of course, at that inopportune time, the pink waif spoke up next, naming herself 'Priscilla' and making it clear that she was super pissed as well, in her meek, effeminate way. Exams and a longing for home, hm? Well, he could understand one of those, at least. Scratching the back of his head, the baby faced [s]assassin[/s] youth dropped his pack onto the ground with an audible thump, before unzipping one of the side pockets and pulling out a large thermos of pine needle tea. It only came with one plastic mug, but everyone else looked more or less fine compared to Priscilla, so they can just remain thirsty for now. He hummed a little tune, poured out the steaming brew, and then placed it before the rose garden girl.

[b]"On the house,"[/b] he said, lifting up his pack again, [b]"If this god can pluck us out of our worlds, they can certainly pull us back, right? Ashton seems to know of this subject more, but hey, think of it as a job. You can only go home after the job's done, after all, but it's also guaranteed that you can leave for home after it's done. Don't worry 'bout it too much."[/b]

He considered offering her a can of meat as well, but girls were always so weird about eating food.