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"I bet Wren would totally smack you if I told her about your fucking attitude," she snarked back half-heartedly, punching him in the shoulder weakly.

"Why do you have to make such a mess every damn time?" She complained. "Honestly, you make my job more difficult than it has to be, you know."

"Someone's talking about guns without me," Xavier would hear a voice from somewhere, "what.. What the actual fuck, man? I thought we were friends!"

"I don't like guns," Yato mumbled, partially to herself. "Humans use them in their hunting. And they destroy my hearing."

"How convenient," Yato murmured to herself, raising a brow at the weapon in question. Guns typically had a negative connotation in regards to the young gryphon.

"The name's Yato," she introduced herself with a slightly crooked grin. "I wouldn't mind joining in on that sparring session... that is, if you don't mind..?"

"Yo," Yato greeted Xavier and Ken with a very casual mock-salute. "You both seem to be talking up quite the storm over here. Anything interesting going on?" She raised a brow. "I don't judge, you know..."

"Praying mantises are cool to look at," Yato added (un)helpfully.

"Eh. I wouldn't know." Yato shrugged, riddling with the feather in her hand. It was one of hers, that of a gryphon's. It was just as floofy as her hair.

"The aesthetics of this place aren't too shabby," Yato muttered to herself with a chuckle, thoughts leaning towards Xavier. "Sure, I may not swing like that, but pretty boys are nice to look at."

"'Theoretically that is besides the point,' Rin points out with a bored tone," the android muttered, suddenly making themselves present in the room.

"If you don't have a problem with birds, everything will be fine, I think." Yato remarked, running a hand through her floofy rainbow hair. She then started upstairs, in search of her room.

"Cats ruffle my feathers. I don't like them." Yato grumbled, rolling her eyes at Adrian.

"I can see that," Yato chuckled, running a hand through her floofy rainbow-dyed hair. "I don't care if I sleep in a normal room or the attic. I'm not picky about my sleeping arrangements... unless you have any cats, that is. Can't stand them."

"Huh. Odd bunch you got here," Yato told Nicolette, eying Xavier in an awkward manner. The floofy-haired gryphon didn't swing that way, but he still wasn't bad to look at in all honesty.

One of the new tenants glanced around, her bright golden irises studying the inhabitants of the safe house curiously. Her hair was very floofy, the floofiest around in fact. It looked to be dyed recently in a rainbow fashion of sorts. That being said, she totally rocked it. She was dressed in a...

"'01001010 01100101 01100001 01101100 01101111 01110101 01110011... Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.' Rin recites Shakespeare in a melodramatic fashion, stifling a snicker." The android was not sorry whatsoever about mocking Adrian's...

"'Would you like it if Rin goes and extracts information from the town?' Rin inquires, interest piqued. The network can be useful, most of the time." Rin gestured inconspicuously to their supposed 'brain'.

Rin was downstairs, snacking on jam bread semi-thoughtfully. Curiously enough, Eyeris had yet to come back from her "errands" she'd set out for a day prior.

"You could, I don't know, say it in a different language," Eyeris offered (un)helpfully, draconian irises boredly flicking over to Rose. "I think he's fine. Pretty sure we've all done something 'bad' in our lives, so it's not like his so-called crimes make an actual difference." With that, the...