Mystic looked at Rika. Not liking the way she eyed him. Backing up a step. She made him feel very uncomfortable. His long blond hair rested on the ground as Arisu's mother wasn't feeling well and the twins got distracted. As such his long locks of golden blond hair was touching the ground. Loose and flowing and smelled like the sea. Softly damp and shimmery looking. He looks at her. "um...um...um...you are silly. Hiro's place isn't noisy. It is quiet, peaceful, and calm. Very little noise when the family goes to the fields to pick rice. You must be sick." he says softly.