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The Space Pillar shakes his head. “No, not recently. How have you been?”

"Ive been...well, havent slept much, but thats apart of the job really" she chuckled

Yahiko laughs. “Yeah, it is, isn’t it… As much as I love this job, I can’t wait for the day when it’s no longer required…”

The Saiyan arrived. He landed with him clutching something to his chest. Once he moved his arms, there was a kitten who just leaned his paws to the Saiyan's chest. He smiled "here we are, Piano!"

"Your taking it much better than I am.." She says. Cracking another small smile

“Hey, I’m a tough nut to crack. Comes naturally I guess.” He grins, taking another swig right from his bottle.

She chuckles "Yes yes you are" she'd lean on her fellow hashira, humming a song, it was something about cutting trees down

He looks at he, somewhat confused. “Uh, are you drunk already? damn, that was fast.”

"Yahiko-san, Im no light drinker, you really think of me that way?"

He shrugs lightly, considering she’s on on of his shoulders. “I don’t know, you’re acting weird.”

He would sit outside with the kitten. He sat on the ground and let Piano play with his tail.

Isabella poked her head around the corner, eyeing the Saiyan and Piano again gleefully, now having brought something for them. Despite her attempts to hide, the scent of death yet followed this young one, and never seemed to fade.

She popped around the corner, holding her book to her chest with one hand, while taking a bite off a large piece of ham in her other hand as she approached them.

She had spied the two flying in, just after she had managed to steal the piece of meat in her hand. She didn't steal out of malice, but had had to do it to stay alive occasion. This time, seeing Piano and the nice man who let her play with him were returning to the area, she decided she'd share the small bit of food she had liberated from the otherwise clueless shop keeper.

He looked up and his attention fell on Isabella. Piano mewed for. her attention and Oniyan waved "kid! Hey kid!"

"Im fine, just happy to see you today..Its rare hashira get to survive so long so its quite nice to see some of my fellow hashira in anything other than meetings"

Lady.
That's what they called her. Not by her name, not by her noble title.

Simply just..Lady.

She stepped in, sword strapped to her back, a narrowed-eyed glare across her pale, freckleless face. Her brown eyes shimmered in the sunlight,

Kimon looks to the odd woman who entered and walked up to her, Mentis was busy making pancakes and feeding it directly to stuffy who had offered to eat them-

"Ah hello, care for some pancakes-"

meanwhile in the background Mentis is begging the plush demon not to drink the batter-

Lady looked at Kimon, raising her brow.
"I..suppose I could sit down and have a pancake or two." She said, her voice having suspicion of Kimon and the strange offer of pancakes.

Kimon nodded, snatching some pancakes before the doll could consume them "Sorry I need these!" He'd say tossing them onto a plate, hed then walk back over to Lady and smiled "Would you like syrup?"

"I wouldn't mind a bit." She replied. "Don't put too much please, though."

A Mercenary wearing leather armor walked in before she sat down at the bar, ordered a mead and then glanced around at the strangely dressed strangers. She kept to herself for the moment.