Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34358576-20180121204527/@comment-31192300-20180123063626

Samir thinks. He didnt fully trust Yuki. He never truly has. He accepted her guidance out of necessity but he always kept one eye open around her. In fact he never trusted any mamono. Sure, he drank with them, danced with them, and sang with them more times than he cared to remember but not once in his life has he trusted one. He begins to truly doubt his decision to come here in the first place and as Yuki stands next to him he feels his hands yearning for his scimitars as thoughts of love and music begin to kneel before the emerging figure of a once subtle paranoia that has vexed the deep recesses of his mind since he first layed eyes on that ivory beast.