Hi, My name is Milo. [Open]

Mmm so many busy shops, Nagi began to wonder among them looking at the varies wares. They weren't all that interesting, but hey there was nothing left to do, not till Milo sleeps. Here he was wasting useless time, just wondering if something interesting would happen. After meeting that one kid, named "Mikhail", the other night... He could not help but wonder who else was a killer wondering these streets.

Leaving the shopping area, he found the main entryway to the District. Part of him debated on taking a dark portal and leaving this place, but something drew his attention. It wasn't anything unique, a rather dull boy, but hey everything was dull in this dark-world. The boy seemed to be amusing this new place, was he some newcomer to this land? Eventually the boy sat down in a chair and stared at the stars, probably lost in some fantasy.

Watching the boy a little longer, it was then Nagi had decided why not start a conversation with this newcomer? Who knew, might be more than the eye could see. Not like he had any where else to be, any where else to go.  Taking chair next to the boy, not bothering to politely ask permission. He spoke to the boy with much delight in his voice, almost like some welcomer whose only life was welcoming losers to their loser town. "Why hello! Are you new around here?"

Nagi raised an eyebrow at the sudden change, was this suppose to scare him? Did he do something wrong, was this silly boy scared of him? He could not help smirk at the sudden change, he flashed a bright red smile. Yes, this is what he was talking about! A reaction, a movement, why compared to that last person, this was much more entertaining.

Ahh if only Milo could be here to see this! Haha! Then a furball, a little pet furball jumped out. Such a cute thing! Why he personally preferred snakes similar to that of his monster, reminded him of his own savior.

Welcoming others? Why! That was what he did in all cases! Was there something on his face, that said otherwise? Maybe he ought to get that checked out, where was a new heart when you needed one? "Oh, how little you could know. I am but Welcoming! To all!" He stood up out of the chair giving an over-dramatic pose before calmly sitting back down. He laid his head into his right hand, then lean slightly to the right. He held an overly sharpen smile plastered on his face, "What brings you to this town?"

Nagi watched the kid waiting for him to pull something fun like last time, maybe he will strike? Maybe he will say something sly? Maybe he will be willing to play a little game? Left with a much disappointed heart the kid started a normal conversation with a normal answer. Though after few more moments of pondering, the kid replied healing from his wounds.

"healing from my wounds" this was interesting response, why it could be A Lot Of Things, or nothing at all. Was the kid psychologically recently scared from a terrible experience of having his heart stolen and memorized it? If so what sort of intel could there be locked inside? Or! Was he recently in a battle? If so with what? How did this this battle started and with whom? Was it his Milo? Did Milo began to learn to strike human looking heartless? This might be tad problem if he figures, that He! Nagi, was a heartless... Might make it harder to convince how great the shadows COULD Be! Well, what better way to know then to ask? Why, here was one willing to share boring conversation. Here is the listener willing to be entertained, maybe it the story told will be of Greatness!

Still holding his humored pose, Nagi asked with high interest, "what sorts of wounds?"

Nagi's left eyebrow raised as he talked about valor and over exaggeration of near death battle. He honestly wanted to give a yawn by all these little details, they were no interest to him. Why, he could careless how close someone was to death, they weren't really of that much importance. For all he cared this whole town could break to a sudden battle with red stuff splattered all over the place, amusing as it would be, he would not care for any of their struggles or their "valor" in the battle. It was the sacrificed and the inner pains that seemed of greater interest, that was what was truly breathtaking agony.

But as soon as Nagi began to drawn the voice out with imagery of Milo's latest nightmare.. Something odd had happened, the figure before him claimed that the name was Milo. This figure then offered his hand, wait so was he Milo? Nagi broke his little lean to look the figure up and down trying to piece together what this figure was saying. Was this some sort of invitation of allying together against Milo because he was defeated? Or was he just giving him information that Milo had taken him out, and was now offering friendship?

Not sure what to make of this new development, Nagi accepted the offer hand by giving a handshake of his own. He then laid both arms on the table eyeing this newcomer very closely not sure what to make of this. A part of him wanted to just leave the details in the dirt, seeing as this buffon was overly annoying, but Milo... His Milo may have attacked this newcomer, if so why? Did this fool touch Milo, that kid did not liked to be touched. Well no point diving deeper, might just misread all of this here and now.

Nagi raised from his seat, gave a small stretch and yawn, looked away from the newcomer. "Call me Nagi." he spoke before deciding to walk away. He was tired of this little conversation, something did no add up and he wanted to know why. What was the reason for milo tearing into this fool, and why did this fool claim to never scar? It must have been true the fool was heartless, and not presumptuous on his part, but that would mean that Milo knew... knew that he was probably heartless too.

Further he walked from the newcomer at the table, trying to piece it all together. he was unaware of being followed, or even attacked. his obsession of Milo, was a flaw in him.

After a few moment, Nagi decided to return to the table, but first he went to one of the smaller ood market. There he ordered two lemonades, then turned back around and headed back at the table. He had decided the best course of action was to gather more information, there were lots of Milos out there, what was the chance it was his Milo that had attacked the heartless?

He set both cups down on the table, not bothering to tell the other Heartless that the cup was his, he figured if the heartless trusted him little he would take a drink, but if not, well that was his lose. Taking sip of the lemonade, after few seconds, nagi looked up before asking what he wanted to ask. "How long ago? Where was it?" he waited calmly for the answer, however his demeanor had changed to someone determined to get the answers.

Why the sudden interest? Why it was Milo, the boy he trained for many years. The boy he lied to, tricked, and visits the dreams of. That was why, the boy was almost like a drug he couldn't get enough of. Did anyone not understand this need this feeling, the buffoons they all were! He bet his Master understood if anyone, wherever she might be. Probably coming up with a new plan of action for the darkness to attack the light, seeing as the light so powerful.

As a response, Nagi raised his eyebrow for a second before lowering it, "Is it not of importance to know your enemies? Is that not something you learn in basic combat class?" He took a swallow of the cool glass of lemonade before continuing, "So wanna go into detail? These are our enemies."

She? She? This Milo that attacked was a she? Well that was certainly found to be tad bit boring, why he suddenly just didn't care about the conversation. If it was a she either this moron was a bigger buffoon than he thought confusing such obvious genders. It was probably better to find out if this "Milo" was actually a girl. Considering Milo's fighting style, it would have a mix of illusions and defense.

"Really? All that matters? Well how was she a good fighter? Consider how great you are a fighter, she must have cheated or something. Why was she as physically strong with weaponry as you sound?" He waited calmly wishing to just walk away for real this time. It was obvious this was a complete waste of his time, there were bigger fish to cut.