JUST  the man he wants to see! Head and horns above the crowd, this oni’s keen eyes spot a certain housekeeper extraordinaire loitering in the aftermath of whatever strange, celestial event just occurred — something he chooses to question later, because a little bit of catch up is definitely the more important task, at present. Loud and energetic as ever, Itto’s voice booms past the idle chit - chat of bystanders with considerable ease, drawing the man’s attention.     ❝ Thoma, my man! Hoo boy, am I glad to see a familiar face! ❞ A half, short motioned salute serves as a general, friendly greeting.
    ❝ So, uh! Crazy story. Kiiiind of got no clue where I am, but not to worry I am figurin' it out! This big, beautiful oni brain of mine? Putting in WORK!  Hahahahah! ❞ ... Cough. Ahem. Shuffling ever so close, he drops a hand firmly on Thoma’s shoulder, leaning down as eyes shift about the gathering of people.  ( Important to note: most of which are passing him some strange glances. )
    ❝ ... By which I meeeaan, I really need your help, dude. First I'm stuffed into this funny looking merchant cart — WHICH, by the way, was totally not against my will or anything but won't be forgotten, thank you very much! — then, the guy dumps me out here, next to this big, ominous hole!  Between you 'n me, it's sorta wigging me out, y'know? C'mon, clue a guy in..! ❞ @crimsonxshield​ —— starter!
