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[sub]Near the Docks, The Cham[/sub][/center]

Dangerous. This was definitely dangerous now, and Yuuki didn’t understand why they were dealing with someone who was so willing, so [i]eager[/i] to interact with them. In a world where the term ‘cultists’ made everyone else freeze up or disappear, where foreigners where looked upon with suspicion and distrust, why the hell would this particular cat boy be totally down with being friendly with them? Because of their optimism? Because they were giving these strangers the benefit of the doubt? Or because…

A flash of light, and a flickering ball of flame. Yuuki’s hand instantly pressed against his chest, wondering if it would be internal combustion that ended him this time. There was definitely no trust now, definitely no reason at all to follow someone like that. In a world where it was apparently completely [i]fine[/i] to kill strangers on the street, this smiling, fireballing cat boy was definitely dangerous. With the accusation of being cultists alone, he could kill them all.

So Yuuki took the more rational path. [b]“Hey,” [/b]he said, turning to Aaron, [b]“Mind giving my backpack back?”[/b] There wasn’t much of a response from the tear-stained boy, and Yuuki ended up having to awkwardly pull it off from the shoulders instead. No resistance or response, but that was disturbing in its own right, especially with how animated Aaron had been earlier. He cast a concerned glance at the crouched boy, but shook off any sympathy as he hitched up his pack once again.

[b]“Count me out, buddy,”[/b] Yuuki said, [b]“I’ll just stick with Miss Pacifica in this case. Good luck with your adventures and all though.”[/b]

Seriously, it sounded like they’d need it, if they were going to continue to play hide and seek with that gas mask cockwad.
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