"Wow, it's deadly to joke nowadays..." He pouts, crossing his arms at Sin snapping at him, then would sigh. Well, there goes that start he had with Sin. He'd quiet down, sitting down on a log. As if he probably didn't shut up, SIN'S head would explode. Seems the plant man is at least getting along with most of the others. He'd slightly smile, seeing the group converse and talk. Sin probably elsewhere by now, but I guess she deserves a break from all the random shit happening. Unless he's blind and just isn't looking her way, probably the later.<br/><br/>He'd look up to the stars, tracing out a few of them as he made a trident image in his head using the stars, pointing upwards at them as he'd rest his head onto his hand. The trident. The mighty weapon of the Aquiron God, Waquamos. A weapon his father as well, uses. It's hard to say he likes to remember his father. The problem is, he always comes to mind as a second thought for when his mother pops Into his mind.<br/><br/>He'd blink, seeing Wiska take his hand, as he'd gently squeeze hers in return, holding hers tightly, not to hard however. He'd flush, looking at her as he'd hide the thoughts of being alone. "Y-Yeah..." He'd say, his imagination sparking. He'd gently lean on her. Nuzzling her face with his own, following her to a more private spot.