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[deviousintent]

[Hikaru is avoiding the local psychos, sigh standing outside a bakery display, studying the items in the window very intently. It all seems to be a brand of expensive Japanese bentos.

He may or may not also be carrying around a wooden bat.]

No, those are too dry. Maybe one of... [Slllides down the sidewalk to look at the items on another shelf

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[princeofdrama]

[You may have a wooden bat, but Tamaki has a metal one.]

Hikaru.

[deviousintent]

[It's bad that he can't keep his torments straight to figure out what you're mad at him for this time. Haha. Ha.]

Yes, Tono?

[princeofdrama]

[There will be no explanations. HOPE YOU CAN RUN FAST.]

[deviousintent]

[I CAN. WHILE LAUGHING AT THE SAME TIME. WATCH ME MULTITASK, KING PERVERT-SAN.]

[princeofdrama]

[YOU ARE SO DEAD]

[deviousintent]

[BYE TONO, HAVE A GREAT HOLIDAY AND TRY NOT TO TRAUMATIZE ANY LITTLE GIRLS~~~]

[princeofdrama]

[YOUR HEAD

IT WILL BE HIS BASEBALL]

[deviousintent]

[NOT IF I CAN HELP IT. OH LOOK MY ROOM TIME TO SHUT/BARRICADE/NAILGUN THE DOOR.]

[princeofdrama]

[YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER.

TAMAKI WILL BE WAITING.

WATCHING.

ALWAYS.]

[deviousintent]

[IGNORING HOW CREEPY THAT SOUNDS IN FAVOUR OF LAUGHING FROM INSIDE LE ROOM.

YOU'LL GET TIRED EVENTUALLY.

MAYBE.]