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"You remind me of my brother Wolvenreign. He was an incredible military strategist, and he treated his men as if they were his dearest sons and brothers."

The colossal demon nodded once "you are young and wise....."

“You may be a formidable warrior indeed. And for this, I commend you, however, I must also say that you also remind me of typical traits found by us—We may have a different term for our races, but all the same, we are the same in some way—Sarkaz or not, you may be strong, but even the strong will fall. Even I’m doomed to fate’s grip within Oripathy. So, what will you do?”

"You must be a demon." He said, no mercy. "If you aren't a demon, it's just the horns throwing me off, I'm sorry." He added, no change in tone, however.

He put his hands in his shorts pockets, "Your hair reminds me of a certain someone I know... The color of it."

"You like my cooking. As the older humans say, you're an ace in my book"

Jason took a moment to look the man up and down. “You sure are a character.” He chuckled softly, his eyes lighting up. “Maybe we could get along, who knows? We could try it out.”

"Oh, a fellow yokai like myself!", Azumi beamed up at Jason, her tails wagging wildly.

"You seem rather nice, I think you'd be a good friend to my son, Ren!"

"You're quite the interesting... person? Vulpix? I'm unsure, but you seem plenty friendly and seem like you'd be fun to tag along with on an adventure." The young surveyor started with a somewhat playful tone, giving her an approving thumbs up. "I'd imagine Anthe would adore your sense of style."

“…So, what exactly is the gimmick of those beasts? I mean, I know there is a barrier between worlds for us, but I’d like to get a better understanding of why you capture these beasts, if you don’t mind.”

"You could easily be stabbed when distracted"

"you seem very vulnerable as well" Dust said, looking at the computer. "I really could just..."
*shuts computer lid*

"You really don't seem like anything special..." I remark as I observe Dust up and down. "I must say, though, you certainly do have an odd presence. Almost as if someone else is watching. For your unremarkable appearance, this certainly is atypical for most humans I come across."

"Wow you have a really cool choice of hair tone, how did you end up as half-half? Was it an ombre?"

He looked at her with an innocent smile "you're really pretty. Wanna be my friend? I hope you aren't mean, because mean people are really bad."

"you seem like a younger kid trapped in an older body, not that that is bad or anything, just... be careful alright? don't want to end up being tricked into a villain plot now do ya?"

"Now what's-.. oh, really? That's our star of the show? Well, **** me, what's rattlin' then, kiddo?" Nice Man Blake laughed, his million Unit grin sparkling between the sharp mouth wrinkles of his sneer. There was a radio star-like charm to his voice, yet the tone was pure acid. "Phew, whatever unlucky god crapped you out on a sunny morn sure had the time of their lives putting together whatever you are supposed to be. Piece of work, as they say. C'mon now, a talking skeleton kid.. really?" Blake, like most people native to the scumheap of a planet he was so unfortunate to be born on, had seen plenty of weird shit in his life, but some adorkable little skeleton child, talkin' like some sort of wisecrackin' veteran? Yeah, that was new to him, too. "Man, wouldn't mind having you studied. My lovely personnel over at the Lab can defo do with some laughs. Sure is a whole lot better than that whole 'being tricked into a villain's plot' thing ya seem to be blabbering about. Gods, can ya imagine what those Skylax dogs would do if they ever got their hands on a fragile lil' biology experiment like you?" Looking down on Drans, Blake could only distantly shake his head, tut-tutting away. "Wipe their asses with your femur, most likely. Thanks for the laugh anyhow, kiddo. Be seein' ya." And with that, he turned to whoever dared to face him next. Man, what a joke!

"You yap your soup cooler about the bone kid there, but your name is Blake Cameron. Blake and Cameron are the two most obnoxious and pretentious names a mother could hate her ankle biter enough to give. I guess the name fits because even your face makes me want to throw dead skunks at soccer moms." The SEAL pointed directly at the man with a knifehand gesture "POG. Non-combat. Logistics. Fobbit. In the rear with the gear. Don't pick on any kids again"

"Insulting someone by their name alone? That's quite silly, inn' it?" The demon put his knuckle to his chin with a snarky little grin spread across his pale face, "If I were to go the route you're going, Adam is quite a common name, no?" Then the butler slowly moved his hand away from his face and put it back to his side, "A more proper insult would be..." He thought for a moment, a soft expression on his face.

"I would like to acquaintance your sorry face with a hard and heavy material used for making houses... Politely of course." He sneered.
Did...he just say 'he'd like to hit Adam's face with a brick' in the most formal way possible?

"Bastard." Ciel crossed his arms.

"Brazen brat." Sebastian turned around and smiled.

"Now then, let's see what others think of me, first impression?" He raised his brows, looking to the person below.

“Considering that I don’t know you, you remind me of a Sarkaz, so that makes me wonder if you’re also Infected like them. But, either way, I guess it doesn’t matter.”