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(I understand just pretend I was never here.)

{It's fine Kuro, reality comes first Glad to hear you're alright now}
He coasted along besides her, seeming relatively lost in thought as they entered the city. It was a peculiar predicament by any means. Fortunately for Takurasho, the witch Moriah didn't seem keen on immediately barking out orders after he'd confessed the debt he owed. It was a relief, but nonetheless, he found himself unnerved by the severity of the situation. At least her actions thus far- freeing himself & the others from the captivity of the coven- promoted her as selfless & considerate.

(Yeah. Its good to be back after all that drama. I made new character but I made her anonymous. If you wanna take a look I can PM you the link for her. )

Moriah didn't like the idea of commanding people around like they were dogs, she choose to be open and not bark orders around like her mother. Once they were in the city, it didn't take her long to find her complex and unlock her apartment door.

{Sure, send a link & I'll check it out :}}
Takurasho would gesture for her to enter first, following Moriah inside & closing the door behind them. It seemed he'd regained some politeness, if only a little, & his over-all composure had relaxed some. His gaze thoroughly scanned the apartment as he made his way to the couch as though looking to catch anything out of the ordinary.

(Well, I made her public now. Her name is Raven.)

Moriah nodded and went inside first. Her apartment was small and looked like any other. There was a barrier around it that protected her from any non-human danger. She kept her spell books in her room, where she headed. "I'm going to go to bed, you can stay up if you want and wake me up if you need anything." She said as she opened the bedroom door and went inside.

Takurasho complied, settling down on the couch & watching as she retreated to her room. He appeared uncomfortable, as though unaccustomed to being at the heart of civilization, refusing to lie down. His posture was stiff: back straight as a piano-player & hands folded in his lap. The odd man would remain as such throughout the night unless there was some sort of disturbance.

Moriah had no trouble falling asleep but she did end up waking up during the night, around 3 in the morning. She had forgotten that she had a, for lack of better words, guest in her home. She got out of the bed to get some water, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She stepped out of her room and almost had a heart attack when she saw Tak, it didn't help that he was sitting up straight instead of laying down and sleeping. "Takurasho, you need to be laying down, not sitting up." She said with a sigh.