Unless the one with the shadow puppets plans on challenging me to a proper fight, I don't see what that has to do with visiting your friends.
[He's not so curious as to what Riku wants with an armed and dangerous dark one to bite at cryptic bait like that.
Half his attention is on the spirit who'd recreated the blue butterfly, back at the table now scrawling on the other sides of its paper. He can't identify the feeling that rises up at thinking it could be part of a lantern that joins the others on the water, part of a memorial for people who'd died for the girl in the lighthouse who, by and large, doesn't seem worth a fraction of the lives she'd cost. Another spirit sticks a distended tongue out to lick at the paints; M.K. absently pushes its head away.]
no subject
[He's not so curious as to what Riku wants with an armed and dangerous dark one to bite at cryptic bait like that.
Half his attention is on the spirit who'd recreated the blue butterfly, back at the table now scrawling on the other sides of its paper. He can't identify the feeling that rises up at thinking it could be part of a lantern that joins the others on the water, part of a memorial for people who'd died for the girl in the lighthouse who, by and large, doesn't seem worth a fraction of the lives she'd cost. Another spirit sticks a distended tongue out to lick at the paints; M.K. absently pushes its head away.]