"If you really want to be that insistent, Beast, then so be it. Mytchell, you go with Jackson. The pair of you should be able to move faster than being slowed down by one of us," Sandman ordered, pointing to the Shadowy Spirit then the Phantom. He glanced between his group, before looking to Kit. "And I shall pair up with Kit. Does that make you feel better, Beast? Now the 'Incapable Spell Makers' are separated," He muttered, though his lips curved into a tiny smile at the apologetic action. Salare knew Beast wouldn't admit to that show of almost twisted affection, and he knew better than to comment on it. However, as he turned and walked to unlock the door to the basement, another option crossed his mind.
"Or, would you prefer to keep an eye on me, Beast? If I'm so incompetent, then do so," He chuckled, for the first time in several months, but it was dark and felt almost forced. He pushed open the metal door and lead the way. "Either way, I do not mind. If there's five humans and three pairs, then it will be hard to keep track of them. Hopefully they aren't all separated," He mused as he stopped at the end of the hallway. Cobwebs littered the ceiling from the lack of need to go down into the human realm. The portal, as well as the entire basement dedicated to holding it, was unnecessary for the most part, and sometimes Salare often wondered why they even needed the entrance to the other world.