[Feel free to notice the dumbass just kind of sprawled out and left for dead amidst a plethora of holly that's been pulled down from around the castle wreaths and such--some of which is sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

Yeah, he tried to eat it. So sue him, he doesn't know any better. Plus, those berries looked kind of good]

[Guess who finally realized how he could use this whole bell situation to his advantage?

That's right, women of Paradisa! Be prepared to be taken advantage of by the great Kamina-sama!

He'll be stalking the castle, carrying a bell of his very own. Wear my busty womenz at?]

[ Kamina's not really interested in kissing guys, but his plan can ( Read more... )

[Kamina's out for a walk like the dumbass that he is. Shirtless in wintertime does not a good decision make. Needless to say, he's freezing his ass off and after a good ten minutes of shivering he finally opens up his journal to demand to know wtf is going on]

OI! WHO THE HELL TURNED OFF THE SUN?!

[Duck and cover time! After being pelted in the head about fifteen times with some pretty decently sized chunks of ice, Kamina's scrambled back inside to take cover under the nearest hard surface ( Read more... )

[Obviously there is at least one dumbass getting off on the cool new decor]

I dunno what a Holluhween is but this stuff is pretty neat!

[Brb attempting to eat some rubber spider thing that's dangling from the ceiling]

[Forgive him, he's slow]

Hey, look at that, we've got our own rooms back!

Yoko! You had better not have turned into a beastwoman, too!

[Have a manly sneeze, followed by a pained groan as Kamina suffers the effects of playing outside in the rain with no shirt on.

He smacks a hand on the journal, hoping to get it to give him some soup--or, you know, the attention of a good Samaritan who will at least]

[There are some interesting sounds coming from the journal. Kamina's sitting on his bed with Yoko beside him, but it's hardly the type of rendezvous you'd think. He's wearin' dis face while concentrating pretty hard over here]

C-c... clooren iz h-hubit. Stu--stuabid h-hingg.

So what's there to do for fun around here?

I'd ask Yoko, but she's always busy reading or talking to someone named Sassy Cakes.

[YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN~~~]

Oi, how long is this camping trip supposed to last, anyway??