<div class="floatright">(https://s25.postimg.cc/kl0p26173/sample_48be596ef6e9b6963c926e2d909f75ec_zps3737f.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Ryuuji<br/><strong>Time/ day</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Location </strong>Guild Hall<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ryuuji watched the interaction between the mother and daughter with a slight wry smile but soon lost interest of it. Such display had been rather common happening between the two and being the one who had been with them the longest, he simply got used to it. He wasn't quite sure if the little silver-haired girl realized that Jessica was basically manipulating her to bend to her will, he suspect she didn't... she was too pure for her own good afterall.<br/><br/>However, like always, he figured it didn't matter since he knew that the girl would obey the woman regardless... THAT and he knew that Jessica wouldn't let any harm on her precious 'daughter' either. Honestly, a mother-daughter pair simply didn't come much weirder than the two but somehow their dynamic worked out and that was all that mattered.<br/><br/>He just barely went back to his newspaper when he heard a slight telltale sound of something metallic cutting through the air. A slight turn of his head allowed him to a familiar round aluminum tray and a glass containing some kind of beverage flying through the air... toward his direction. However, calculating the trajectory of the item had allowed him to move his head downward just slightly enough to allow the items to pass above him harmlessly... or at least it should be.<br/><br/>The sound of metal hitting someone sitting on the next table made him turn to look at the cause, just in time to see a certain spirit mage being splashed on the face with the liquid inside the glass, alcoholic beverage by the smell of it. The swordsman couldn't help but chuckle as he saw the said mage, picked himself up and his twins spirits bickering. He turned toward the man and asked while a hand in front of the man with his index finger extended,<br/><br/>"You're alright? No brain damage? how many fingers am I showing you here?"