I'm alive, really!

[grilled_lamb]

[Sup, guys.

If you direct your attention to the couch lobby, you may very well find a mass of yellow, blue, and white plopped on the couch.

Asleep.

Looks like Stahn's taking a nice nap. BUT THIS IS CAKETOWN. We can't have that happening! People must be awake and active!]

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[lunarnotsun]

*Happens to be passing through, on her way to anywhere but class--*

..Oho, what do we have here?

[grilled_lamb]

[What we have here is a sleeping Stahn. His face buried in the cushion, arm draped over the front of the couch.

Looks pretty comfortable to me.]

[lunarnotsun]

*Oh, he does indeed.. Such comfort is quite accomodating to one of Luna's favorite things--

Shenanigans!

Creeping slowly closer, Luna reaches for one of Stahn's boots, trying to pull it off.*

[grilled_lamb]

[He's still pretty much unconscious right now, so he doesn't notice the shenanigans unfolding! He does shift around a bit, though.

Watch out for the stench that's about to come out, though, Luna!]

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[lunarnotsun]

*Oh yeah, that's the ticket- came off like a jar's lid under a rubber glove!--*

[lunarnotsun]

*...Oh Pseidon, is this man's foot made of rotten meat?*

[grilled_lamb]

[Aww, come on, it's not THAT bad!

...Is it?]

[lunarnotsun]

*It is, but I'm sure some severe frostbite could take care of it.

Luna pulls out a permanent marker from her backpack, peeling Stahn's sock off like an overripe banana peel.*

Kufufufu.. it'll all be worth it in the end.

[grilled_lamb]

[The stench, sock removed, seems to continue to worsen.]

[lunarnotsun]

*Shaking a little bit- does this kid soak his feet in raw sewage!? Luna quickly goes at Stahn's feet with the marker, quickly dotting two spots on the ball of his foot.*