(Preshow) Preshow Facility

[Dust]

Dust managed to put the pitcher back onto the table and look up to see the figure from the bar stepping closer, removing her mask and introduce herself; When a thunderous laugh exploded out of the swordsman beside him, it sounded like a rock slide across the brittle face of a mountain after winter's grip. Suddenly he slammed his fist into the table, causing the two stacks of plates - six high - to rattle with the sudden shaking of the seat and the deep hearted laughter while the older man compared the trio in the corner to a bunch of actors. Hokori was not so out of tuned from his heritage that he did not know the man was talking about when he mentioned the art of Nagoku. Immediately, he remembered the plays his father took the family to during one summer. He relived the outrageously overt acting in an instant, but he could not tell you the name of the play they had acted out.

The man went on to do as he said they should not, mocking his competition and their foolish attempts to have some deeper meaning behind their team up. His chop sticks clattering against his own plate as he let out more laughter!! If Dust, in all of his near nakedness was a sight to see among the decked out competition around them, having an old and battle scarred sword wielding fighter dissolve from the hardened man he appeared to be and into something of a normal man with a humor who was dying from a fit of laughter at his prey's expense was especially worth pausing for. Dust brought his hand up to his head, finger tips pushing themselves in his hair as he tilted his face down and covered the one eye with the palm. His grin was a mark of how contagious the man's good mood was, how his honest laughter was effecting the younger man.

Dust was shaking his head, wondering what he had sparked in the man while he continued to go on with the joke. The poor girl who'd approached them was being drowned out by laughter and an apparent inside joke between the two Japanese men. He hoped she did not think of them snobs, even as the man began to control himself, apologizing for taking the joke as far as he did, but it was impossible to be upset when all the things Shinmen-san said were as equally funny as the older man laughing uncontrollably at the idea of the three coming to the fight in matching uniforms and probably freshly rehearsed moves between the tree. Ookami was tempted to get him going again by suggesting they also might say their fight moves out loud as they did them, but felt it was unfair to exclude their guest. A woman of plain but pretty face, who had Dust's attention right away after removing her mask. It's been a long while since he's had the pleasure of talking to a female who wasn't out to kill or capture him.

"Forgive us." He says, chuckling to himself and pushing his hair out of his face. It was just wet enough to slick back and stay in place, letting everyone see his face full now. It was handsome by most standards, but his smile is what really sold his looks. "We were just having a bit of fun, please. Join us." He said, waving her to sit at the table, and nodding to the elf man beside her to join if he'd like. "The more the merrier!" He explained, then did his best to make room for other people; after all most of the plates that still dotted the single table were his. He re-adjusted where his pitcher of water was for them to share if they were thirsty and didn't mind plain ice water. As he did, he glanced at the quickly emptying table, their 'friends' apparently not liking their 'prey' laughing in their faces - which is what the blood soaked man beside SW-808 was doing.

When the plates were moved to make room for their new dining companions, Dust replaced his butt into the chair he'd been sitting in, apparently not at all intimidated by the battle ridden solider just a seat next to him. He also openly seemed uninterested in the imagined lines drawn around people in the sand; While everyone else in the area might be sizing people up because it was a competition, the half naked man - still perhaps the strangest dressed individual in the Bar - seemed excited about the idea of socializing with everyone here instead of picking fights. It would later occur to the man who still was sure he lacked personality at all, that he in fact had a personality. And apparently he was an extrovert with a love for people and interacting with them. He might even be inclined to curse Drake for suggesting he wasn't so much a wolf as he was a dog, not because it was strongly related to the subject at hand - after all wolves were very sociable creatures themselves - but because the situation reminded him of it all.

He then looked up to the girl, who introduced herself as Dawn. "It's great meeting you, do you mind if I call you Dawn-san? I am Hoshi Hokori(Star Dust). Use whatever suffix you wish, or don't. Whatever makes you comfortable." He introduced himself with a slight grin, and then with the open side of his palm motioned to his friend who still might be wiping the tears out of his eyes from such a good laugh just now. "And this is Shinmen Takezō, we have just met." He turned to Shimen. "I hope you don't think it is rude of me to introduce you, Shinmen-san." He explained before sipping the water he'd poured earlier, giving the old sword master a playful grin. Then he realized something, and added. "Do you mind if I use, 'san'? Or do you prefer something more formal? 'Senpai'?" He asked, Shinmen.