The Tailgate Singer mentioned about not being capable of reaching him, and that tonight would be the night they'd need him, he gave a slight cheerful grin playing it off that.. yes.. This was his plan all along when truly he'd lost track of time or really didn't give an enough care. "Why Of course' I knew that, was planning to drop by later today. Those wares can't sell themselves. Hmm? " He felt a slight back of the neck sweat as the two girls introduced themselves and essentially became better allies. Well wasn't this just grand? His side gig just became publicly known.. Then again.. Looking at the two, his mind could not help but wonder if they'd make more of a profit both on stag performing as a once in a lifetime thing.

He casually straightened up walking closer to Friendless as Tailgate did her stretch, "you know.. Maybe if you help Tailgate with improving her gigs.. You might be able to catch the eyes of your friends.. Hmm? Unlock some new potential within their hearts?" He gave a slight smirk, this smirk soon broke off to a disdain sigh as the Trainer of the group slowly began walking up. "Why.. So Nice to Meet'ya.. You're not the Usual Instructor, why.. Aren't you that Quest Giver person? I've heard.. soo much about?

There he was playing with the grass, some point pulling it like hair before playfully blowing it away, in a rather creepy aggressive manner. When he'd heard footsteps coming up closer, he looked up to see the girl from before. Oh wait was her name? The one with the blue hair, new house, supposed lots of friends.. Name. Name. New.. New.. Ah yes! New Girl! Team-mate! Person thing. The Friendless.. Friendful? Girl. He gave a chuckle at all the potential names he could be calling this madam of lonesome honor. "Why hello, we meet again." He pushed himself dramatically, almost as if an old man in pain... Funny how that works. A smile, coming off like that asshole Jock, funny how that works. "So, Where's your Friends?" He gave a slight mocking bow grin still holding.. Only to slip as a voice came from no where. His eyes rising to meet-up with Tailgate, Singsong bird zombie thing. "Yo-y-you're.."

His composure was temporarily lost gazing at the cat-tail swaying, her body posture nervous completely.. And just Pale skin showing evr more glowing under the current world arena. "Ta-tailgate... Why-why are you here?! In-this... Class." The lost composure slowly returned as he resisted some large urge to start laughing at the two new students standing before him, of course... The Traveling Singer would become one of them training to help create a greater world. How long did she knew? Was it because he visited her, or a whole other possibility? Was somebody stalking him? Ahh.. Oh well. How Entertaining! "Tailgate this is.. Friendless.. Friendless this is Tailgate.." Yep, everything under control.. Completely under control, wasn't losing his mind.. Nope.

Ahh What a Great place to set-up his little workshop traveling kit, sitting in a folding chair cross-legged smirking too happily.. Though secretly very bothered by the heat, how odd Summer hasn't even came yet. The wares on show were his usual a Crystal from Atlantis that glowed when you place emotions into them, a random talking cricket, and a couple of random things he no longer cared to shout at random customers about. Noticeably nothing had prices on them, he probably just made them up depending on the customer.

The outfit he choose to wore was something easy and comfortable tacky black comfortable shorts exposing the white skin underneath, he did not tan those legs very often. Then a simple shirt with, an illuminati symbol, this shirt was a regular t-shirt found just about anywhere. He did however sport a pair of sunglasses hiding his eyes from anyone looking at him watching him, there was no telling if he was even asleep or not leaning back in that chair all relaxed. He did noticeably protectively kept his change under the chair so somebody with expertise would have slight trouble taking from him.

Into Sports? Was that so... He pictured her playing some crazy singing killing sport, the thought was highly entertaining. He quickly pictured himself selling Tomatoes, guns, and microphones. The profit! All the Profit! "Well, you ever go on tour again. I'd be Happy to help sell Merch! And Other Necessities to keep your Tour fully funded!"

He gave a slight thoughtful nod, yes that did make sense. As a traveler, she must have been in many places. He was curious about her athletic top ability, would it useful to his protection? "You have traveled Lots, ever noticed the Heartless about? " He took a swallow of the beer, a small little grin holding on his face. Enjoying that nice cool liquor against the gum.

She was an owner? Of lots of places? "Oh. Is that so? You must be quite the talented individual. Do you hire managers to help keep an eye on your business? Reporting back to you if things switch or drop? Impressive truly. Keeping Such a large of individuals under control."

"Nope! I'll take Chicken with the Works!" Blonde man gave a wink, as if to Hope that this just may earn him some extra meat or some sort of bonus. Perhaps it meant something else entirely, with this specific man there was truly no telling.

He did point to the menu for a moment, "Say hey, How long has this establishment been open? It feels awfully homely, as if many worked together to bring it here." After the answer, and the waiter wondered off to place the order and take on some cleaning... He had taken this moment to stare around the area and admire the place even more.. Before quickly growing bored with the decorations. His legs began to swing back-and-forth, his hands fiddled with the nearby stand of chopsticks before finally pulling a pair out, breaking them...

Then soon began to entertain himself much like a child by tapping them all over the place and studying the various wood structures trying to figure what portion of tree they'd came from. "You know what's funny about these chopsticks? Is just where all the Trees are to make them! Its like Poof they exist, yet this world is a Big Ol' City. Wait. did I say world? I meant Tokyo.. Lots of Buildings and metals. Then a couple of trees. But then you have the Toilet Paper, Paper, Houses, and Sticks! But No forests of trees." He tapped them a bit more waiting for the man's response, growing hungrier by the second.

He watched her movements habitually as she fidgeted her fingers, shrugging the conversation away, and eventually just giving an almost tired annoyed smile in his direction. He couldn't help but Beam even happily, making it clear cut he did not give a care at all. He listened as she went on about her friends, and where they were located. Maybe he could go and mess with them as well? Perhaps even start a whole out war between the friends, and just watch as they tore each other up. Why, maybe he could gain their trust, so none will be the wiser that he helped encourage their fights. It'd an amusing story to tell, that's what everyone lives for right? A reason to Live for.

She stepped into the house, he just walked on in without an invitation almost viewing the house as his as well, what's property a bunch of lies that's what. Course' he wasn't exactly all the way there in normal human standards, but she certainly didn't tell him NOT to enter and follow. It's only Respectful to follow the person and listen as they gave free intel and just explaining All about their friends how they all work as a team, and who does what chore! Such a Generous New Girl, placing all of her wits to organization self-sacrificing her time and her small strength for others.

A thought occurred to him, maybe it WOULD be in his best benefit to help this girl. After all if they all end up joining the academy, they'll each become great Patreon! Why helping his business grow, and be of Great entertainment for himself. This thought granted a new demeanor, "Well... Since you're so great at being organized and setting homes for others. How About I be your muscle? You tell me where to put everything? Then We can be a Team too! Helping one Another?" Before she could tell him off and no, he picked up the box she just placed on the counter, a big questionable smile on his face. "So! Where does this go! Team-mate!"

Her eyes trailed his fingers, he felt his heart swell twice the size knowing he'd caught her attention and most important held it. When the coin was back to its little hiding department, quick came the questions, he gave a gentle chuckle. "Why its the coin taken directly from a God's Pantheon, out from here in another place." He glanced away from her, before leaning forward eyes flickering to her glass, "they say... if you were to toss one of these... Into water, you can talk to the gods.. Fascinating.. Isn't it?" He leaned back giving a slight laugh, "That is if you believe in such nonsense!" His attention flicked back to the beer giving a slight hum, "Outstanding Quality? Brewmaster, why that must be a Fine Brewer to get such an entitlement! I'd have to try me one of those, who knows.. I may come back and ask to learn a trick or two from the fella'."

He slipped out of his seat, purposefully letting the odd coin fall from his little hidden trick-sleeve onto the table with a slight minuscule noise, acting as if he didn't notice the coin or the woman's reaction. Choosing instead to make his way to the brew-master's hub. The coin looking close felt as if it thrummed with magic, and was very gold to the touch. Looking closely one could see what looked to be a Cloud and a lightning bolt etched into the coin. It was what, the size of a quarter? Maybe bigger, the thickness of at least 2 American quarters.

He went to the man's stand, the guy gave him a look of distrust eyeing him up and down, all while he waved and grinned like a naughty little child. "I would like one please, sir." He spoke in a childlike manner as if really trying hard to get under the man's skin. The guy giving an eyebrow raise, before placing his hand out for the money. Blonde just purposefully taking his time before depositing the accurate articulate amount into the palm. The guy gave another hard look at the man, then at the coins, before giving an eye-roll and giving the Blond his order.

Bill soon walked up holding the beverage sucking it joyfully, "This stuff Is gud!" licking off liquor that ended up trapped in his peach fuzzed lips. Amber eyes quickly scanning up Bambulina.