A sigh escaped Styx through Mizar as the Ankou took in the unprofessional discord of the place. Then again, they were a [i]youth[/i] organization, so being kids was in the job description. But he couldn’t deny that they were a tad lax when it came to technicalities, which wasn’t a bad thing. As the newest of the three elders of the MYO, the other two being the bony titan and the oni who takes up a tenth of the alcoholic beverage market, it was their job to steer the younger members in the right direction. And it was safe to say that Yorick was the most appropriate for this certain position, since Shina and Styx weren’t always the most affable people.

Styx regarded the club leader’s berating words with a slight shrug as he got up from the couch, removing the medium between Seth and Yuina, which left the girl the perfect chance to sever herself Makiko and glomp onto the teen for comical results- should she wish to do so of course. [color=#FFBF00]”It’s not like I decide when somebody keels over in a street. IDPD gave me a hard time, as per the usual.”[/color] 

The Ankou ungracefully brought himself over to a desk sequestered in a corner kept far away from any other valuable furniture, which didn’t really entail much. [color=#FFBF00]”I’m still getting used to juggling this job and my duties. Give me some more time time to acclimate… But yet again, my apologies.”[/color] 

[color=red]”Sorry, sorry!”[/color] Alcor chimed in, bobbing her vermillion form through the air to emulate bowing. Mizar in particular didn’t have anything to add and merely awaited more thoughts to orate. Styx golden irises fell onto the desk’s scorched surface, covered in enough singe marks to make one believe they scavenged it after a house fire. In all actuality, the scars were caused by the older Oni on her crusade to entirely comprise the district’s carbon emissions. 

Styx wrapped cool fingers around a knob and after some elbow grease forced the worn drawer open. He carefully brought a hai-otoshi into the light of the room and set it down on the desk, keeping his ears glued to the flow of conversation to his behind. The undead then produced a bottle of untapped whiskey from his coat pocket to accompany the wooden ashtray, just so the latter knew it wouldn’t be alone in the imminent plight. Luckily he ran enough side jobs to be able to afford such a premium item, then again, he was still getting a grasp of how high Shina's standards were. Well, no worries. If she didn't drink it, he sure as hell would.

With the sacrificial pieces of appeasal now arranged for the deity of booze intake, Styx made his way to the back of the couch and shot Tessai a curt nod upon his entrance. Arms crossed and stature slacked, the young adult exuded no vestige of formal demeanor. Rays of sun baked the interior of the room in glistening evening light. Hopefully this was to be a normal afternoon in the Imaginary District. As already mentioned, unfortunately ID has its own unique sense of “normal”. [color=#FFBF00]"So what's on the agenda?"[/color]