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thenearshore2017-12-17 10:46 am
hellishrabbit) wrote in thenearshore2017-12-17 10:46 am
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Who: Kamui and your fridge
Where: People's temples!
What: Someone's raiding your refrigerator
When: September 25-September 30
It could be in the daytime, or maybe in the late hours of the night. You come down to the kitchen for whatever reason; you're thirsty, you heard a noise, you want a midnight snack--Whatever it is, you can hear things being moved around, the clattering of jars and plates. When you enter the kitchen, you'll find a certain alien, arms full of your fridge's contents (or what's left of it), shamelessly chewing at something in his mouth (bread? Chicken? Ham?).
He turns when he feels your presence, but there is not sign of being caught in his expression. Instead, he lifts up a free hand to wave oh so casually at you. "Got any juice? I think that'll wash this down pretty well."
Where: People's temples!
What: Someone's raiding your refrigerator
When: September 25-September 30
It could be in the daytime, or maybe in the late hours of the night. You come down to the kitchen for whatever reason; you're thirsty, you heard a noise, you want a midnight snack--Whatever it is, you can hear things being moved around, the clattering of jars and plates. When you enter the kitchen, you'll find a certain alien, arms full of your fridge's contents (or what's left of it), shamelessly chewing at something in his mouth (bread? Chicken? Ham?).
He turns when he feels your presence, but there is not sign of being caught in his expression. Instead, he lifts up a free hand to wave oh so casually at you. "Got any juice? I think that'll wash this down pretty well."
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This is the last bit of nonsense he needs.
Still, instead of immediately turning away the weirdo in the kitchen, Chikusa blinks slowly. "No," he says quietly, ignoring that whatever remains of the cookies from their baking spree has probably now been devoured. "...But we could get something for you to drink."
It's just not juice.
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i feel like i need to apologize so much for this shithead for further down the line
not with this shithead ahahaha
Kamui continues to follow him, stopping when he does. "Well we all came from somewhere. Maybe your grandma's a shinki already. Ah, but then she wouldn't remember that you're her grandkid, huh?" There goes that theory. "It looks like something a grandma would make."
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As he shuffles over to the stairs, he eyes their intruder warily. "...If you go up the stairs, my dog will attack you... and it'll be annoying..."
By 'dog', he means 'blond teenager who doesn't bathe and will chase a ball if it's thrown'.
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It'll be fine~
[He waves it off.]
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...If I hit you, will you stay?
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Well...no? 'Cause then I'd want to hit you back?
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It's not your house...
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And?
[He couldn't see the problem. Didn't stop him from raiding his fridge, now did it?]
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Will you just stuff more cookies in your face and leave me alone while I get it...
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[That was more like it.]
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[But away he disappears to the second floor.]
[Just stay there while he fills the cup with cyanide before he comes back, you weirdo.]