It was relatively calm in Kamui, Oki couldn't feel a single demonic presence and it was sunny out. Unlike how it has been with snow flurries here and there, it was a sign indicating spring was indeed coming.
Waka, being outside while Oki was inside of his home, was watching the hut from a tree nearby. He smirked softly to himself. The man residing there was quite intresting indeed. Especially his race, but he could say the same thing of his own.
The blond man hopped down onto the snow covered ground and walked over to the hut, seeing if it was open and it wasn't, which was odd since the residences for Kamui kept the doors unlocked normally. Even when the demons were once running aimlessly around they never locked their doors.
The Oina inside of the hut glanced at the sliding door. Was someone outside? Oki paused for a minute and heard nothing. He thought he heard something but maybe it was his imagination? But, whatever it was it had stopped. For now, at least...
Or, maybe it wasn't his imagination at all since the Moon Tribe man teleported his way inside of his home. "Bonjour, big masked friend!" Waka smiled. Oki yelped and started feeling around for his mask, he had it locked for a reason, dammit! "W-Waka-!?" Oki growled.
"Oui!~ Long time no see, hm?" He asked, walking over to the Oina warrior of Kamui. "I guess, but what the hell!? I had that locked for a reason! I don't have my mask!" Oki huffed. Waka blinked. He's so used to him having the silly thing on, he didn't notice he had it off! "Oh? Well, keep it off. You look better without it, anyway." Waka's smile widened.
Oki let out an annoyed sigh and eased up. "What is it? Why did you come here?" He muttered.
"Ah, nothing really... Just thought we could talk."
Oki raised an eyebrow. Talk? "Alright... Sit down I guess..." Oki straightened up and sat cross legged again. Waka sat down in front of him in the same manner. "So, what did you want to talk about exactly?" Oki asked.
The blond thought for a moment. "How have you been?" He asked. Oki shifted his eyes to the ceiling in thought. "Just fine I suppose. Samickle has still been getting on me for things I've done that were no big deal." Oki crossed his arms. "Oh? Like?" Waka seemed to be interested in what he did this time. "Little things such as walking in on him without his mask, even though I've seen him without it many times." Oki sighed.
"Why do you Oina wear those masks?" Waka asked. Oki shrugged. "Honestly, I have no clue. But I know it's suppose to protect our faces from the cold of Kamui. But I'm not sure why exactly it's a big deal to keep it on in front of people... But, rules are rules." Oki had always seemed to be a man who'd follow rules. Well, if they made sense and if he wanted to follow them.
Waka chuckled slightly. "I see. Have you ever bothered to ask the chief about it?" The Moon Tribe man asked. Oki nodded. "Indeed... He said he doesn't even know for sure, he just does what his dad had said to keep it on." Oki mumbled as he crossed his arms.
Seriously... If no one knew why they wore them exactly, why wear it? "I see... Oh, and Oki.." Waka mumbled. Oki raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "Yeah?" He asked. "You should leave your mask off more often~!" Waka grinned. "I feel like that was some kind of perverted remark..." Oki stared at the other who bursted out laughing.
"It could be, it could be!~" He laughed.
"THEN PISS OFF."