open RL @ the buffet

[aburningspirit]

[kamina is roving the huge selection of deliciousness while clad in boat provided flip-flops, his own totally awesome flame swimming trunks, and Meiyo slung over his shoulders.  there's a feeling he keeps getting that's almost like the Hollows back in Soul Society, but less...intense if he had to attach a qualifier to it.  almost like whatever it is is waiting.


but there's very little on his mind other than eating all he possibly can while he's here right now and that is what matters.]

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[piercethecharts]

Well you didn't have to make me feel stupid for not knowing how it worked! [ TURNS ON HER HEEL and starts to march away, NO ONE MAKES SHERYL NOME FEEL STUPID ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Wh--? H-hold on! [grabs for her hand]

[piercethecharts]

What?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

I wasn't tryin' to make you feel stupid about anything!

[piercethecharts]

[ ...boys are so frustrating ]

Well... then don't say stupid things!

[ she punches him gently in the stomach, mostly mollified ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[and she's not mad? just like that?

girls make no sense whatsoever...but he'll play nice, this once.] I won't.

[still holding her hand, derp derp derp]

[piercethecharts]

[ well you tried to apologize at least. shut up. tsuntsuntsun ]

What now? Should we keep on guard against the ghosts until morning, or find someplace where we won't have to watch our backs?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[why don't you shut up tsunytsuntsun] It's too much trouble stayin' out here with nowhere to defend yourself. We gotta find a safe spot soon.

[piercethecharts]

I'm tired. Your room! That way I can sleep and you can fight ghosts.

[ ....wait. ]

...My room. Your room probably smells like gym shorts.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

No, it doesn't. [shakes his head; there's no time for this. that feeling in the pit of his stomach is getting worse by the minute and that can't mean anything other than more ghosts.] Fine with me. Which way?

[piercethecharts]

This way! [ she leads off down the hall, marching as though she expects ghosts to FLEE FROM HER PATH ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[is dragged behind soooooooooob. he can easily shunpo them to her room, but would he get this good a view of her ass?

definitive answer is no.

he'll take the slow route. 8D]

[piercethecharts]

[ shouts as she walks ] Hey, ghosts! You'd better stay out of our way, got it?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[...chuckles] You got serious balls, Sheryl.

[piercethecharts]

Well, it's not like sneaking around would do any good. We might as well face them head-on!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Right! Sneakin' around is for pansies!

[piercethecharts]

Besides, we have a sword!

[ They reach her room, then, and she opens the door. it's... basically the exact sort of room you would expect Sheryl to stay in, aka awesome. ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[kamina whistles appreciatively. this tops awesome.]

[piercethecharts]

[ She flops down on the (unnecessarily plush) bed, kicking her shoes off ] Your room isn't anywhere near as nice, is it!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[he sits on the floor somewhere close the to the door so he can keep an eye out for anything suspicious.] Nope...'s got a nice ceiling though.

[piercethecharts]

[ rolls over onto her stomach ] I think there's more food and stuff in the minifridge, if your stomach's as bottomless as it was earlier.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[food!

rummages through the fridge, absently scratching at the long scar on his the left side of his stomach as he weighs his choices. so much to eat *A*]

[piercethecharts]

Did you not eat dinner or something?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[kamina says something intelligent and ground-shaking in reply, but since there is a chicken leg stuck in his mouth all that can be discerned is MMMPH MMPH MMPH]

[piercethecharts]

Boys.