Judith
*Ishikawa continued to lean against the wall, not being so sure of his footing at the moment. Even if he were to try and attack, it likely wouldn't be too successful, he was quite out of it at this point. His hair hung in front of his eyes, he didn't bother push it away, there wasn't anything else to worry about. Ishikawa murmured quietly, though it was unclear if he was addressing the man in front of him, or merely speaking to himself.* 

"So you went on a walk in the middle of the woods, at night, in a fine suit and a... Theatre mask?" 

*The man stared at the floor, laughing slightly and grinning, then shaking his head.* 

"You must be a product of my mind... That's.." 

*He sighed.* 

"That's too absurd to be true." 

*Ishikawa frowned slightly, as if he had come to realize something.*
Bethel
The Drama frowned as Ishikawa repeated his admittedly odd story. Yes, of course, what ever would such a well dressed man be doing out in the woods- especially if he was worried about ruining his clothing. How foolish of him. He leaned closer to the window, getting ready to jump out.

Then, Ishikawa laughed. The Drama was, to say the least, surprised. For once in his life he was actually taken aback by the actions of somebody. He realized then how obvious it was once Ishikawa spoke. Of course. The man was drugged... The Drama couldn't help but join Ishikawa in his laughter, chuckling some. It seemed obvious to him now. *That's* Why he felt safe.

Then, he realized Ishikawa's realization. He hummed silently, and fixed his gaze back on Ishikawa. What ever had he noticed? The Drama glanced around the room, and noticed something as well. Maybe not what Ishikawa had, but still, it made him weary.

The Drama anxiously awaited Ishimawa's next action.
Judith
*The Kitsunes ears flicked impatiently, then lowered, and he looked back at The Drama, seemingly looking him over, eyes avoiding the face, as if it bothered him. Ishikawas eyes were quite unnerving when they were pinpointed, even lighter than the normally were, piercing. He likely wasn't aware. He ran his hand through his hair, his left hand still trembling. Now that Adrian was closer to him, it was clear his hand looked.. Off. As if it had been broken and hadn't healed exactly back to the way it had been before. His hawk snuggled up against his leg, and he looked at it for a moment, his expression softening slightly, before focusing back on the other man.* 

"So, are you some sort of demon? Going to tell me I'm a horrible person, make me live back through..." 

*He shuddered, motioning to his scars.* 

"This, again?" 

"Seems most find humor in my suffering... Comedy mask..." 

*He was rambling slightly, which was expected in the state he was in.*
Bethel
The Drama hummed. Would he entertain this man...? Would he take time out of his night to give this man an even more interesting time? He was a little more open to the idea now that he was sure Ishikawa hadn't noticed the holes in the Drama's thin lie. He looked over Ishikawa one more time, noticing every little detail of his skin he could.

He then listened to Ishikawa's remark. 

"Humor in suffering...?" He asked alloud. He hummmed.

"Demon... Reliving trauma... And accusing me of such horrid actions? You must think me a monster." The Drama leaned forward some and, finally, took his hand off the window. He pushed his arms forward somewhat as he uttered a small sound meant only to startle children. Then, he chuckled.

"I'll have you know I am nothing of the sort. I am a man of amusement and entertainment, as well as drama and development. Suffering is not amusing, and reliving past suffering only serves to destroy, not build." The Drama monologued.

"I would *Never* Make you endure a challenge you've already faced. That would be boring..." The Drama leaned back to his original position and placed his hand back on the window, though this time it was more of a relaxed rest than an anxious escape plan.
Judith
*Ishikawa was pale, unnaturally so, as if he were permanently ill. Given his drug use, that wasn't unlikely in any fashion. The Kitsune was... Somber, in a way. As if his existence was sad, though he himself did not seem sad at this moment, only wary. He pinched the bridge of his nose as the drama talked, but let his hand fall weakly, not seeing much point in keeping it up. Making a disgruntled noise, he leaned his entire body against the wall, closing his eyes and making some sort of motion with his hand, perhaps a go-ahead.* 

"Ah, so you are a hallucination, and I'm going to have no rest tonight. *Lovely*." 

*Despite his drug-induced stupor, he still spoke with a sort of posh accent, he clearly was once in some place of higher standing, but to what extent was unclear.*
Bethel
The Drama laughed some more, though it was kept to short, concise chuckles as per usual. He had been mistaken for many things before; a circus act, an aristocrat, even a petty peddler, but he had never been mistaken as a hallucination. This was all too amusing.

He realized something... This was the perfect moment to have some of his questions answered. He quickly got all of his questions in order in his head, then almost as quickly formulated how to say them without breaking cracks in his already thin ice.

"If you truly believe your night to be restless, would you mind chatting with me? I'd love to pass the time." The Drama talked as if he was smiling. He was, but Ishikawa had no other way of knowing that; his voice alone was enough to tell that he had a big, eerie grin on his face.