"Jotou…? Like, Jotou Howllett? No, there's no way it's you," he shook his head and kept looking around uncomfortably. His voice then went lower yet a little more nasally, "You're all dead, like…
Okay, who's doing some illusion or enchantment, fess up. You can't play me," he said more comedically.
"Dude, I'm not an illusion, it's literally me," Jotou got closer.
Ben took a step back, his armour clanking as he reached for his sword, "Okay, this is getting less funny, let's call off the pranks, haha, we all had a good laugh."
"There's not a joke going on here genius," Fumeko uttered.
"I'm not doing any illusions. If you're actually Ben, then that's the real Jotou," the raven-haired elf stated.
He ignored the other two, "Nah, w-what, you expect me to believe you're some beautiful blonde woman, come on."
Jotou raised a brow and spoke a little softer, "You expect me to believe you're some six and a half feet tall knight going by the name Scorching Inferno?"
