"Unique. Yeah, sure. Uniquely weird." Kim wasn't sure he was going to let this one die. That kid was weird, and there was nothing that could convince him otherwise. She was weird, and she was a pain in the ass. He'd be glad to be shot of her. He glanced around the kitchen, crossing his arms over the table. He wondered where Mavis was, anyways. Braith had mentioned that she'd been out running errands earlier, and while he hadn't been gone with Morinda long, he'd hoped Mavis would have been back home by the time he got back in. He had to ask her about that cover story he'd made up and told Morinda against Braith's wishes. He really hoped he hadn't fucked up on that one.

As he heard Mavis's voice, the black haired male sat up in his seat, raising an eyebrow slightly at Mavis's entering words. "...I can't tell if you're being sarcastic," he said plainly. However, after a moment, he shook his head and gave a small, almost inaudible chuckle. "Need help with those?" he asked casually, glancing at the groceries. It was a bit of a habit for him to help people with groceries. He'd used to help his mother a lot when he'd been younger, so asking only seemed natural.


(I really gotta read Kim's profile again... >_>)


Formerly known as Oneesan and H-chan~Yep, I'm back! ♥ ♥
(Now known as H-kun, keepin tradition alive!)