"Kyōjin why does it smell like you'll explode if we light a flame near you" Asked Mrs. Roostfeather

Kyōjin merely stared off into the distance, his ears thrumming with his heartbeat as he stared at lingering spirits, the ever twisted visages of the walking dead with their unresolved problems and the melodies of madness that haunted him ever waking moment. His muscles tense, the chill flooding his form as he turned to look at her, head cocked to the side as his eyes stare at her. "No reason my lovely Roostfeather." The sting of cheap sake still on his tongue, the kitsune wanting for the taste of home, of more simple times. He leaned over, slumping into the shorter tengu, though his body weight not bothering her as he pulled out an oatmeal raisin cookie to nibble on.

"Strange, I thought those would be gone by now" She replied pushing him off her, before gathering the party for a small party in the seedier part of town. "You know Kyōjin, Agents of Edgewatch shouldn't be drinking that heavy when they have work the next day."

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