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"You got wings. Are you am angel? I'll be your friend, angel!" The Saiyan hugged her

Sebastian appeared behind Oniyan, where ever he had came from.

"Oh? Would you befriend a demon as well?" Sebastian smirked, his voice low and smooth.

He could care less whether this..spiky-haired muscle dude decided to be his friend or not, it seemed that Sebastian just wanted to mess with Oniyan, rather than get an positive answer. Pass!

Claude's body posture was usually tensed around others. However, she felt it was no need to be so tense around this butler. "There's something about you and others like ya puts me in ease." Claude handed Sebastian a business card with no shame.

(Friend)

The Drone eyed Claude, optics unable to scan her. "All you humans are the same....pass." She said, her tail flicking slowly.

"A Deception? Is that what ye are? If so I'm gonna send ye tae a scap pile....if no, I'll befriend ye. Maybe Tops might meet ye too" He said in his thick Scottish accent

"Nothin' wrong with havin' more friends, right? Let's rock'n'roll!"

"Either one isn't going to work out."

(Pass)

Eve was surprised by all the people as she was unsure if she should say pass or Friend, "Uh....Um..."

"Friend. You seem like you know how to have a good time."

"Hey, you seem to know how to handle a fight or two! Let's be friends!" Matt said, spinning a sword.

Eve said, "You two want to be my friends, well...I friend u too!" Eve smiles

"No."
(Pass)

"Just as you have, I too will pass."

"Friend."

"You're really pretty and that's about it."
(Pass)

"A cannae go oon a date wih ye, but Ah think ah be mates wih ye. Might make a weapon fae yeh in ma lab" the Scottish Autobot said in a friendly tone. His Scottish accent made it sound aggressive.

The weathered man's dull eyes look over the robotic fellow. He shrugs though.
"I guess having a friend comprised mostly of metal would make things ... interesting."

"Hm. I have been told that I could use more friends. ...I suppose it would not hurt to try."

"Huh, don't suppose it'd hurt to keep around a man of science," Randle pondered, the icy silver of his eyes reflecting off the cold metal of Jaques' iron beak. "Ya tend to come across all manner of bodily ruin in my line of work, so it'll really help to have an extra pair of eyes on the damage, in case the city mortuary decides to sweep all the gorey deets under the rug. Happens more often than you'd think, unfortunately." Especially if the harm put upon a murder victim's body was of a magickal nature. It went without saying that New Arcadia's all-around ban on magick had never stopped the underworld from freely practicing it. ⠀⠀"There is.. somethin' curious about ya," he continued, taking his cigarillo off his lips to let the smoke escape through his nostrils. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about the handsome young healer was.. off-putting. "I suppose radiatin' that kind of fearsomeness comes from the superstition of scaring off the disease, eh? Isn't that what you folks on Earth believe?" Devil this, devil that. Randle didn't doubt that if he looked deep into his own world's religion, he'd find some lunatic blaming common ailments on the influence of unholy influences too. Was that really why Jaques unsettled him so much, though? ⠀⠀As any good man navigating the underworld, Randle knew all to well that one should keep their friends close, but enemies closer. Time would surely tell what this bird-masked man's true intentions were..

"Friend definitely! I love making friends!"