This was needed dearly. Everyone sat satisfied, basking in the afterglow of the meal. Nobody painfully full, nobody wanting for more. It was a nice moment.

Giru looked off to the side in thought, awkwardly tapping the tablebbefore breaking the silence. It took him a few times to get the wirds out, but eventually he'd ask, "Do you all want to... I don't know, uh... Play a game?"

Everyone looked to each other curiously. Mist signed 'What do you have in mind' and Giru sheepishly put a hand behind his head.

"Uuh... T... Tr-truth or Dare?" the man suggested reluctantly. Surprised laughter erupted and he began to storm out of the kitchen, to be stopped by a psychic wall.

"Sorry, sorry! It was just unexpected! We'll play, right everyone?" she coerced with a smile. All agreed. The crew went out to the deck, taking a seat either on the wood or in chairs.

"For the record, I wanted to play strip poker."

"I'll go first!" Arata exclaimed. He quickly pointed to Mr. Sin, "Truth or dare!?"

The zombie rubbed his chin before putting up two fingers. Dare.

"YES! I dare you to hang from the mast and act like a monkey!"

The smiles were already spreading. Mr. Sin was motionless for a moment before he ruffled the shipwright's hair, moving over to the ship's mast. Chains shot from his hand and wrapped around the mast, supporting the man's weight as he swung back and forth on the wooden frame as if the chain were a vine, hunching over and scratching under his arms. Stifled laughs resulted, and he returned to the deck. Now it was his turn.

He tapped his chin, looking around the group before pointing to Mist. Mist lifted one finger to choose Truth.

"Ghhraaaaaarggghlll!" He moaned out.

Ayumi gave a small sigh. She would be translating a lot here. "He says 'Have you ever been hit by one of your own ricochet bullets'?"

Mist hung his head in shame, even covering his face with one hand. With the other hand, he made a 'go on' motion.

Ayumi read his mind once more, catching a snort before clearing her throat, giggling slightly as she got through her sentence, "He- pff- he once- hahaha- he once ricocheted a bullet into his rear end! He had to limp to a clinic to get it pulled out!"

The laughs were greater this time, at Mist's expense. It took a while to settle down, but eventually it was Mist's turn. He folded his arms with a smile across his face, looking directly at Ayumi. The two stared silently at one another as their mental conversation carried on. After a while, she stood up with a calm expression on her face. "Ehem... I keep a hold on Arata's candy because it's a good way to keep him under control."

Arata's ears were suddenly covered by pink translucent orbs.

"Also because he's my precious little snookums and I like feeding him."

"Was... was that a truth or a dare?" Alicia asked with a curious smile.

It was part of the dare that she couldnt say it was a dare. So she simply sat down again.

A stifled round of laughter, but fun nonetheless. Ayumi's turn. She removed the orbs from Arata's ears and crossed her legs, resting her chin on her fist, looking at Giru. "Ahoy, captain." she cooed, batting her eyes.

"This is already uncomfortable. Truth." replied Giru.

"Goody. Now, why exactly did you run from the women on Alicia's island?"

Alicia laughed, leaning in closer. "Do tell, Captain."

Giru looked over to the sea in disgust. "They were all naked and shit. Grabbing my pants, my tentacles. A few of them even grabbed my... You know..."

"Twig and berries, your One eyed snake, your third leg, your Action Jackson, your beaver cleaver, your goo bazooka, your-"

Giru's eye's dimmed down from their bright shining red. He suppressed Akuma once more, temporarily silencing the nuisance. He could only do so at a calm, it seemed.

Ayumi raised an eyebrow. "You didn't find any of them worthy of carrying your spawn, dark one?"

Giru cringed. "Ugh. Do NOT call me that. And no."

Ayumi gave a slow nod to his answer, though a few more questions bounced around in her mind. She wouldn't ask them now. Later, definitely. "Your turn."

Giru looked around at his crew as he tried to decide who would be the victim of this dare. Arata? Nah. Alicia.

"Miss Tyque. Truth or Dare?" he asked the witch.

Alicia swirled her wine glass around with a smirk, "I'll say dare."

Giru got his own devious smile.