Xiro Zean
Sloth
"Though on a side note what do you mean Hisaki is a demon. I am pretty sure Hisaki lacks the needed occult abilities and look to be classified as a demon."
"A moment please. I need to explain our situation to the uninitiated," Ayumu requested, backing away from Sanji and turning his attention to Sachiko. "Oh Sacchin, allow me to enlighten you," Ayumu placed his hand on his heart and looked off into the distance like it was a TV show and he was about to transition into a heartwrenching flashback that would explain all his deep-seated psychological issues. Obviously such a thing was not about to happen because Ayumu's issues don't need a flashback to explain. "What do you see when you look at our group?" he asked rhetorically, making a finger-camera and framing the individuals within Sachiko's field of vision, "If you said a baby, some disgruntled young men, and my previous conversation partner, you would be correct. However, you would also be correct if you said 'people'." He looked at Fon and narrowed his eyes slightly, silent for a brief moment. "...probably. But that's not important." He continued, "People have hopes. They have dreams. They have delusions that they cling to in order to cope with the harsh truth of their reality." He punctuated his sentences with grandiose hand gestures before quieting into but a whisper. "While what Sanji-kun says may not be true to you, it is true to him! In his mind, his heart, and dare I say... his soul. Are you willing to take that away from him?"
"Hey, what're you guys talking about while giving Hisaki weird looks like that?"
Ayumu straightened up, having deemed his explanation fit. "Oh you know," Ayumu answered, "The usual, I'd think. I don't quite know him well enough to know if this behavior of his is normal." He shrugged. "Actually, it's kind of funny, but-"
"Shh not so loud younglings!"
"Err... Nevermind. I suppose you'll see for yourself." Ayumu's eyes followed Sanji as he advanced ahead, stood atop a stone, and struck a pose whilst making a declaration to the heavens about righteous comeuppance. It was short, it was reasonably catchy, and most importantly of all, it rhymed. "Aha! Wonderful! I shall give you my utmost support in your endeavors, Mr. Bust," Ayumu clapped his hands together and smiled cheerfully. His mind no longer focused on the effort it took to walk the trail. This was something he could definitely get behind, yesiree. Perhaps he could get the Drama Club's prop department to throw together some nice period-appropriate suits and accessories; then they could have some proper fun with this case of dual-identity...Or, you know, he could just not continue to entertain the notion that Hisaki was a demonic being and Sanji was an occult detective hell('Hah.')bent on stopping him. But he was no killjoy, so he would let these underclassmen have their fun.
"A moment please. I need to explain our situation to the uninitiated," Ayumu requested, backing away from Sanji and turning his attention to Sachiko. "Oh Sacchin, allow me to enlighten you," Ayumu placed his hand on his heart and looked off into the distance like it was a TV show and he was about to transition into a heartwrenching flashback that would explain all his deep-seated psychological issues. Obviously such a thing was not about to happen because Ayumu's issues don't need a flashback to explain. "What do you see when you look at our group?" he asked rhetorically, making a finger-camera and framing the individuals within Sachiko's field of vision, "If you said a baby, some disgruntled young men, and my previous conversation partner, you would be correct. However, you would also be correct if you said 'people'." He looked at Fon and narrowed his eyes slightly, silent for a brief moment. "...probably. But that's not important." He continued, "People have hopes. They have dreams. They have delusions that they cling to in order to cope with the harsh truth of their reality." He punctuated his sentences with grandiose hand gestures before quieting into but a whisper. "While what Sanji-kun says may not be true to you, it is true to him! In his mind, his heart, and dare I say... his soul. Are you willing to take that away from him?"
"Hey, what're you guys talking about while giving Hisaki weird looks like that?"
Ayumu straightened up, having deemed his explanation fit. "Oh you know," Ayumu answered, "The usual, I'd think. I don't quite know him well enough to know if this behavior of his is normal." He shrugged. "Actually, it's kind of funny, but-"
"Shh not so loud younglings!"
"Err... Nevermind. I suppose you'll see for yourself." Ayumu's eyes followed Sanji as he advanced ahead, stood atop a stone, and struck a pose whilst making a declaration to the heavens about righteous comeuppance. It was short, it was reasonably catchy, and most importantly of all, it rhymed. "Aha! Wonderful! I shall give you my utmost support in your endeavors, Mr. Bust," Ayumu clapped his hands together and smiled cheerfully. His mind no longer focused on the effort it took to walk the trail. This was something he could definitely get behind, yesiree. Perhaps he could get the Drama Club's prop department to throw together some nice period-appropriate suits and accessories; then they could have some proper fun with this case of dual-identity...Or, you know, he could just not continue to entertain the notion that Hisaki was a demonic being and Sanji was an occult detective hell('Hah.')bent on stopping him. But he was no killjoy, so he would let these underclassmen have their fun.