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[OOC: Dialogue: Red = Aya, Green = Ken, Purple = Youji. Warnings for swearing and one really bad sex joke.]
[Movement. Momoe's whiskers twitch as she senses... movement. Narrowing her eyes, she can see two clumsy humans sneaking into her master's room. There's a brief moment where she considers attacking, but it passes; it's just Ken and Aya, two of her master's friends. They're being incredibly quiet, and Aya has something in his hands... hm. She leaps from her place at the foot of Youji's bed and turns on his Pokegear, focusing it on the sight of him lying face down in bed, pillow clamped over his head and sheets kicked far enough back to show he's only wearing a pair of black sweatpants. For all intents and purposes, he is dead to the world.]
[Just how dead is yet to be seen, as Ken silently moves to the side of the bed, tossing Momoe a knowing look and small smirk. Looks like the kitty's ready for a show. Well, she's probably going to get one.
Ken reaches out for both the pillow and coverings, looking up at Aya and silently mouthing a countdown: 3...2...1. He yanks the bedding away, grinning evilly.]
[It's the movement more than the chill that causes Youji to react, instinctively grasping for any weapon he can reach--it should have been his pillow, but Ken anticipated that.]
"Son of a-- fuck."
[But, the torture isn't over. As soon as Youji is completely revealed, Aya moves in and dumps a nice large glass of ice cold water onto him.]
[Momoe purrs off-screen, as Youji's swearing jumps an octave.]
"What--the hell--"
[He looks around, still sputtering and shoving his wet hair out of his face. Bed is soaked.
He sees Aya and Ken, and just--stares a couple seconds before--this is almost like--his tone calms down into its usual lazy state.]
"This would have been so hot if you were women."
"Good morning to you too, sunshine. We're leaving in two hours, just so you know."
"And now you're awake enough to get ready."
"I'm going to tell Mamoru and Aya-chan that you two left a wet spot in my bed. Just so you know."
"Well, as long as we're sharing, everything that's happened since we came into the room has been recorded. Just so you know."
[Ken motions over his shoulder with his thumb, to Youji's recording Gear.]
"Momoe." [That's all Aya has to say in explanation.]
"Traitor."
[There's no real bite to it, though. He actually sounds rather amused.]
"I take it you didn't like the fish I found for you. Well, we'll make sure you never have it again, Momoe."
[If the Glameow is distressed by this half-empty threat, she shows no indication. She probably isn't, though: she knows very well that she has Youji wrapped tightly around her little claw.
And if she doesn't, well. Her claws have other uses!]
"You all see how ill-used I am."
[Youji turns his appeal to the camera--and more specifically, the ladies in the audience.]
"It's astonishing, really, the depths two grown men like this will sink to, just because they're sick of such a charming, quaint little town."
"Or maybe we're just tired of your lazy ass laying in til all hours. Honestly, if it were up to you, we'd all travel by night."
"There are some Pokemon you can only catch at night, Kenken."
"You're not a Pokemon, Youji. Get dressed."
"No one was talking to you."
"Ken, get him moving. I need more water."
"C'mon you lazy git. If the two old men can be up and moving hours before you, you can manage to be up at 8:30. Don't make me kick you out of bed."
[With him, you know it's likely to be literal, Youji.]
"I'm not afraid of a cold goaltender."
[His tone is dismissive, but notice how quickly his ass gets moving. Hi, shirt. He winks at the camera before buttoning it--leaving the top three undone, as always.]
"Think that's enough of a show, gentlemen?"
"Yes. Turn it off."
[Said by Aya who is headed out the door.]
"Don't you go back to sleep now!"
[Ken follows Aya--probably far too cheerful for Youji's liking so early in the morning.]
[Once sure his friends are well out of earshot, Youji takes the Pokegear and fixes the security so that they and Mamoru can't hear what he says next, should they go turn theirs on.]
"I will be taking any and all suggestions for revenge."
[He smirks and shuts off the feed.]
[Movement. Momoe's whiskers twitch as she senses... movement. Narrowing her eyes, she can see two clumsy humans sneaking into her master's room. There's a brief moment where she considers attacking, but it passes; it's just Ken and Aya, two of her master's friends. They're being incredibly quiet, and Aya has something in his hands... hm. She leaps from her place at the foot of Youji's bed and turns on his Pokegear, focusing it on the sight of him lying face down in bed, pillow clamped over his head and sheets kicked far enough back to show he's only wearing a pair of black sweatpants. For all intents and purposes, he is dead to the world.]
[Just how dead is yet to be seen, as Ken silently moves to the side of the bed, tossing Momoe a knowing look and small smirk. Looks like the kitty's ready for a show. Well, she's probably going to get one.
Ken reaches out for both the pillow and coverings, looking up at Aya and silently mouthing a countdown: 3...2...1. He yanks the bedding away, grinning evilly.]
[It's the movement more than the chill that causes Youji to react, instinctively grasping for any weapon he can reach--it should have been his pillow, but Ken anticipated that.]
"Son of a-- fuck."
[But, the torture isn't over. As soon as Youji is completely revealed, Aya moves in and dumps a nice large glass of ice cold water onto him.]
[Momoe purrs off-screen, as Youji's swearing jumps an octave.]
"What--the hell--"
[He looks around, still sputtering and shoving his wet hair out of his face. Bed is soaked.
He sees Aya and Ken, and just--stares a couple seconds before--this is almost like--his tone calms down into its usual lazy state.]
"This would have been so hot if you were women."
"Good morning to you too, sunshine. We're leaving in two hours, just so you know."
"And now you're awake enough to get ready."
"I'm going to tell Mamoru and Aya-chan that you two left a wet spot in my bed. Just so you know."
"Well, as long as we're sharing, everything that's happened since we came into the room has been recorded. Just so you know."
[Ken motions over his shoulder with his thumb, to Youji's recording Gear.]
"Momoe." [That's all Aya has to say in explanation.]
"Traitor."
[There's no real bite to it, though. He actually sounds rather amused.]
"I take it you didn't like the fish I found for you. Well, we'll make sure you never have it again, Momoe."
[If the Glameow is distressed by this half-empty threat, she shows no indication. She probably isn't, though: she knows very well that she has Youji wrapped tightly around her little claw.
And if she doesn't, well. Her claws have other uses!]
"You all see how ill-used I am."
[Youji turns his appeal to the camera--and more specifically, the ladies in the audience.]
"It's astonishing, really, the depths two grown men like this will sink to, just because they're sick of such a charming, quaint little town."
"Or maybe we're just tired of your lazy ass laying in til all hours. Honestly, if it were up to you, we'd all travel by night."
"There are some Pokemon you can only catch at night, Kenken."
"You're not a Pokemon, Youji. Get dressed."
"No one was talking to you."
"Ken, get him moving. I need more water."
"C'mon you lazy git. If the two old men can be up and moving hours before you, you can manage to be up at 8:30. Don't make me kick you out of bed."
[With him, you know it's likely to be literal, Youji.]
"I'm not afraid of a cold goaltender."
[His tone is dismissive, but notice how quickly his ass gets moving. Hi, shirt. He winks at the camera before buttoning it--leaving the top three undone, as always.]
"Think that's enough of a show, gentlemen?"
"Yes. Turn it off."
[Said by Aya who is headed out the door.]
"Don't you go back to sleep now!"
[Ken follows Aya--probably far too cheerful for Youji's liking so early in the morning.]
[Once sure his friends are well out of earshot, Youji takes the Pokegear and fixes the security so that they and Mamoru can't hear what he says next, should they go turn theirs on.]
"I will be taking any and all suggestions for revenge."
[He smirks and shuts off the feed.]