Goofing off session.

Aspen, the tree lookalike, meister, and professional annoyance. That's what the people of the market here call him. This time around, he picked a new guy. This dude just set up his stand, and was trying to lay out his wares. Jewelry, it was. Every time the guy set something out, Aspen would phase it back into the box the new guy was pulling stuff out of. Each time the guy turned to put another thing out, he would find the last thing missing, and back in the box. Aspen only stopped after he couldn't keep his concentration, from laughing way too damn hard for his own good. Because he was laughing his ass off in the middle of the walkway.

"If you're going to steal that shit, do it already. I'm tired of watching you screw around here. Take it, or get lost." A silhouette shouted to Aspen. His red eyes pierced the shopkeeper, and he took up and ran, leaving his merchandise there. "I prefer screwing with the citizens here, ya know?" He said with a tight smile.

"Nicking this stuff is no fun." Aspen replied, after seeing the one that had called out to him. He started to walk towards the guy, to see him better. "I could do it so easily, it'd be like taking jewelry from a man trying to run a business. What I'm wondering, though, is how you managed to make a grown man piss himself like that."

"Well, it's not too hard, you know. Let's just say this isn't my first time being here." Juuki stepped into the light, black fingernails covering his left eye. "Tres bien! That ability you have there is quite unique, might cause me a little trouble down the road." Juuki stepped closer to Aspen, his full appearance becoming more and more visible.

"What do you mean by that?" Aspen asked, crossing his arms and narrowing his own eyes. "Three good. What the heck is that supposed to mean, exactly?" Aspen thought he was being clever with this line. He thought that he was outsmarting this dude, but little did he know, he mixed up Spanish and French.

Juuki chuckled, and then extended his left arm, glowing a dark drag color. His hand then transformed, his fingers now claws. Juuki scrolled over to Aspen, and rested his claws on his cheeked. "It really intrigues me. I've never seen someone with that type of ability before." Juuki tore away his finger, cutting Aspen's cheek and coating his hand in blood. His lucked his claw, and then smiling, chuckled. "You don't have a weapon do you, meister?"

"That hurt. Twat." Aspen said, looking the creepo straight in the eyes. He blinked a box of band-aids, from a nearby stall that was for a very convenient reason selling them, into his hand and opened them, taking one out and sticking it to his cheek, covering the cut. "And no, I do not have a weapon. Weirdo. Transform and I'll see if I can wield you."

"Aye aye." Yuuki's body glowed a dark gray colored, and he took the form of a white quantlet, which layed in front of Aspen. "Hurry up and pick me up, dummy. "

"Alrighty then." Aspen said, before holding his hand out and blinking the glove onto it. "How does that feel? People are usually too big to blink, so I have no idea."