Mixowhatnow? *Dahlia goes silent for a few second.* Oh, bartender. RIght. I see. Everyone's got fancy ass titles nowadays. I can't keep up. *Dahlia pouts* Yes. I know that. Ugh. I need another drink. Serval. Another please.

What's London? What's Friendship, for that matter? You people have a lot of words I don't know or care for. *Dahlia leans back in her chair.*

I'm not talking to you, dome head. I'm talking to the blind bastard talking inside my head. *Dahlia sighs.* That was not a good way to put it, was it? Now I just sound crazy. Gah. I need another drink, please Clervar. *Dahlia turns back to Geist and Aki* So, what's this about Reapers?

Your Aunt Kamui's Hoshidoan brother's father's stepsister's pet gerbil. Like, for crying out loud, how messed up is family tree if you have an aunt that has a brother in another country who's father was killed by your aunts father. *Dahlia sighs.* I hate humans. You guys are too complicated.

Intense is good. *Dahlia takes the offered drink and downs it.* Agh. Could be better, but I won't complain. This place is blue. *Dahlia shakes her head.* Dahlia, by the way. I'm hiding here for a bit. Don't worry, I can pay.

Allow me, Dome head. *Dahlia clears her throat.* Retainers are like dogs. Loyal protectors forever nipping at their masters heels and protecting them until one of them dies. I hate them too. They live for someone else. I don't like that idea.<div class='edited'>(edited by -Dahlia-)</div>

Doesn't change that it's stupid looking. *Dahlia frowns in annoyance.* I'm not being rude! By the Oracle, you're a bully. *Dahlia takes another sip of her drink.*

Close enough. *Dahlia sips her drink.* I'm not being- Holy crap, that bow is stupid looking. Thing probably has more pointless add-ons than the idiots' Arm.

*Dahlia enter the bar, stretching.* This place serve alcohol. I need something that burns really well.

I'm not that reckless to fight something a &quot;Reaper&quot; with just a knife. I could probably do it with a bit of luck, but I probably won't do it. Probably. Maybe. *Dahlia spin's her knife in her hand before letting it rest, balanced on her ring finger.* Aww, you think I'm cute? Sorry, but I have a boyfriend already.