First Impressions [Private/ Breezy]

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As usual, things around Kiyah were usual. The short male didn’t have anything interest of note happen to him recently, as most of his most hectic ventures were chasing his summons around because they weren’t able to keep a low profile. The spirit that lied within him hasn’t been causing him any kind of serious trouble, just her occasional nagging from now and then. So one could say this was the male’s chance to truly just relax. There was going to be no training, no nagging , no getting shocked or playing hide and go seek. This was just going to be time that Kiyah could spend by himself to relax, to enjoy the “honest” weather that he’s been presented with thus far. So the next question would obviously be what he could do in order to relax.

The arcade was always a nice place to hang out, or maybe grab something to eat, he wasn’t much of a shopping kind of guy so that didn’t really cross his mind. He’s still left to think with his father’s warnings, his clan’s over protectiveness due to the sad departure of his sister and all it does is give him a headache. Namely because part of him doesn’t even think the girl was dead, as in gone for good. It’s hard to accept in a demon friendly world such as the one he combats that someone just dies and that’s the end. Though at the moment he can’t really prove any of this to anyone outside of the obvious “maybe you should take a look around”, so with that thought all he can do is sigh. Maybe soon enough he’ll get the proof needed, and then maybe he’ll even be able to meet said sister. But neither of these things were going to be happening right this second.

Hikari, his spirit, has been with him for as long as he could remember now. Just being as motherly as she can, even at a majority of times when it’s not needed. She’s assisted with cooking and cleaning, but at the same time she’s usually nagging even in the midst of combat which doesn’t help him any. Schoolgirl B and V won’t be coming out, at least not yet despite how badly he knows the two want to. Usually all that comes with them being out and about is a lot of noise and trouble making.

So with the distractions out of the way, now he’s thinking what could make any of the things he had in mind more..well, fun. Because though they didn’t all sound too boring, it wasn’t as fulfilling as opposed to doing just about anything with someone else. Simply put, company is better in every way. Friend or stranger, just having someone else around would be able to make whatever he could plan to do a lot more fun. So the Ziamachi took it upon himself to be a bit friendlier and heed the advice of his usual nagging spirit.



“The more allies you have Kiyah, the less chance of death!”

And boy, was he not a fan of having to think about that. So he continued his walk with that thought in mind. Yes, having a few more friends would help him out but his mind is directed more towards the aspect of sitting back and relaxing than the art of strength in numbers. He was currently in his usual attire, consisting of a white Nike hoodie and black shorts as well as white tennis shoes. Eyes left to scan the populated area as he just walked, on the look out for anyone that even looked remotely interesting.