The classics were having a meeting and a lot were just bored.
Karakasa-obake: If w're g'nna get anythin' done, we probably shouldn't do anythin' crazy.
Predictabull: How are we younger classics incorperated in this? I'm just a child.
Hitotsume-Kozo: What about Tsuchi and Ogama? Don't they have screamy kids and are obviously dead?
Über Geeko: Are you insulting my first cousin once removed? Not cool dude. Not cool.
Arachnia: You dare insult my nephews. I shall kill you!
Hitosume-Kozo: F***! (runs)
Karakasa-obake: 'M wife!
Arachnia: Get back here!
Faysoff: Hey Kuro, why don't you try and calm Arachnia down? She seems as if she'll murder someone.
Rokurokubi: Well that's simple, really. I wanna see what Yao does.
Predictabull: Is this your card!?
Yaobikuni: That's still not my card.
Pittapatt: Animal yo kai are so immature. Maybe I can calm them through food. Would you guys like to sample some
The two had been walking for what felt like hours. The ceiling of leaves and branches had all but blotted out the reddening sky. In spite of the help Jun assured they would find here, Hiroshi wasn't feeling very hopeful. He was homeless, tired, and treading through a forest of demons and ghosts with one. He looked back up to the canopy, snaring wooden hands hung over them, trapping them in this labyrinth. The complacent jinmenju, glancing and sneering at them the whole time they wandered. Visions came to him of them dangling by their mocking vines, choking and gagging instead of their usual laughs. He smirked bitterly, but his expression turned gloomy once hanging really got stuck in his head again... seeing Takeshi's lifeless face in one of them.
Takeshi was a good friend. A bit of a crybaby at times, but a friend nonetheless. He would do whatever he could to help you, once he knew he could. He would give his last pair of shoes if it fit your feet. How he could hav