[LOG In-progress] Yachiru the Great, Nell the Potatosackly, and Kon
Title:Inept Tourguides
Characters: Kon, Yachiru, Nell
Locale: The hallways and where Yachiru takes them
Timeframe: Afternoon
What:Kon get's a tour of the Insitute from the crazy Twosome
Rating/Warning: Semi-low, Kon is shocked by the dirty mouths of little girls
Kon was sure he’d past that side table and chair at least three times now in his attempt to find his way out of the men’s dormitory. This was getting a little too ridiculous even for him. “DO I LOOK LIKE THESEUS WITH A BALL OF STRING?!” Kon shouted through the hallways, picking up the pace in an attempt to find the exit. The loud mouth teen hoped he didn’t have to kill the Minotaur to leave, since it would end badly. For him. He could picture it now...hoof prints and black eyes. Kon shivered as he slid to a stop at another intersection. “I bet a madman built this place,” Kon muttered to himself as he glanced between the two identical hallways. “FINE!! You think you can confuse me?” Kon ranted up at the gods, “Watch this! I CHOOSE DOOR NUMBER THREE!!” To which the teen violently yanked open a side door and leaped inside. His triumphant grin faded however, when he realized he was now facing his bedroom door. “Argh!” The teen let out a anguished cry, the international sign of the frustratingly lost, and began to pull at his hair.
Characters: Kon, Yachiru, Nell
Locale: The hallways and where Yachiru takes them
Timeframe: Afternoon
What:Kon get's a tour of the Insitute from the crazy Twosome
Rating/Warning: Semi-low, Kon is shocked by the dirty mouths of little girls
Kon was sure he’d past that side table and chair at least three times now in his attempt to find his way out of the men’s dormitory. This was getting a little too ridiculous even for him. “DO I LOOK LIKE THESEUS WITH A BALL OF STRING?!” Kon shouted through the hallways, picking up the pace in an attempt to find the exit. The loud mouth teen hoped he didn’t have to kill the Minotaur to leave, since it would end badly. For him. He could picture it now...hoof prints and black eyes. Kon shivered as he slid to a stop at another intersection. “I bet a madman built this place,” Kon muttered to himself as he glanced between the two identical hallways. “FINE!! You think you can confuse me?” Kon ranted up at the gods, “Watch this! I CHOOSE DOOR NUMBER THREE!!” To which the teen violently yanked open a side door and leaped inside. His triumphant grin faded however, when he realized he was now facing his bedroom door. “Argh!” The teen let out a anguished cry, the international sign of the frustratingly lost, and began to pull at his hair.