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Razeluxe offered a content smile as he sat back in his chair and listened to Ion's competitive tone. One would think this was overconfidence, but not Raze, not after the countless hours of training they put in just about every day of the year, and Raze did more than needed as a hobby. Odds were, were that Razeluxe and Ion weren't going to simply be thrown to the side just because their parents weren't famous for stopping a Kishin or something like that. No, they'd make their own destiny, their own feats would be accomplished by skill, not name. Ion was right, and he told her that. "That's very well true." he agreed with Ion, leaving his final piece of pizza for now. "We've got to just hope that our training is enough - I won't be accused of talking the talk but not walking the walk. I'll also be disappointed if we overestimate someone too...." he trailed off, thinking of the worse case scenario in a fight - it wasn't worth the time put into it. Razeluxe hated those types and preferred to avoid them if the chance was there.

"Well speak of the kishin..."

Razeluxe turned his head and his attention towards where Ion was looking and he noticed both Eve and Demian entering the same store as he and Ion were in. A brief sparkle of competetivity flashed in his eyes before they returned normal. "They must like pizza too." he stated without removing his glance from Demian. Then, he had a good idea and promptly acted on such. He gave a couple waves of his arm, nothing too obnoxious or uncharacteristic for him, just to catch their attention before speaking. "If it isn't the contenders for second place! You should sit with us after you're done ordering - the more the merrier and whatnot." he suggested insistantly.

He really wanted to know more about a witch. Hell, maybe it could even help them tonight if every one of them had something in common. A weakness, maybe?

((It was a play on 'speak of the devil', I think.))