RP LOG: Kirihara and Sengoku
Who: Kirihara and Sengoku
What: Looking for a lost item and a present ;D
Where: Around camp
When: Early friday, leaving day
Sengoku: *lurking around wherever Kirihara usually hangs out* *not stalking him, srs, just wants to say something before he leaves for Senbatsu*
Kirihara: *looking around the camp for random crap he lost*
Sengoku: *spots Kiri around the corner, wonders if he should wait until Kiri notices him, or call him, hmm..*
Kirihara: *crouches down and looks under a couch*
Sengoku: *cautiously walks up to Kiri* Whatcha looking for?
Kirihara: *bangs his head on the couch* Owww... *rubs his head*
Sengoku: Er.. oops, sorry. You okay? *leans over Kirihara*
Kirihara: *sits back and rubs his head* Yeah, I'm fine. Got a lot of cushion up there. *ruffles his own hair*
Sengoku: Oh. Uh. Good. Didn't hurt anything, right? What were you doing down there anyway?
Kirihara: Looking for a game I think I lost... It might have gone under the couch when I fell asleep here yesterday. Or someone stole it.
Sengoku: You sure you didn't leave it in the console? *looks behind a cushion*
Kirihara: Yeah, I'm sure. I was playing a different game.
Sengoku: Wanna move the couch so you could see behind it?
Kirihara: Good idea! *gets up off the floor*
Sengoku: Help me move it. *gets over to one side of the couch to move it away from the wall*
Kirihara: *grabs the other side* Ready?
Sengoku: Yep. On three, okay?
Kirihara: One, two, three! *lifts his end and scoots*
Sengoku: *mooooves the couch on three--* There... Can you see it?
Kirihara: *sets his end down and peeks over the back* ...Nope, not there.
Sengoku: *looks* ...Huh. Looks like a field of dustbunnies back there.
Kirihara: No game though. *Lifts his side of the couch and scoots it back into place* Damnit.
Sengoku: *shoves the couch in place* Cushions? Behind the TV? Did you check your room?
Kirihara: I checked everywhere! I bet some shithead stole it off of me while I was sleeping!
Sengoku: Who'd want to steal your game, though? *sits on the couch*
Kirihara: *thinks* Probably one of them poor kids from Fudomine. They can't afford games so they steal them from people like me!
Sengoku: That's kind of mean.. :/ Are you sure you checked everywhere?
Kirihara: I did! I checked everywhere!
Sengoku: Are you really really sure?
Kirihara: *stares at Sengoku* Yeah. I'm sure.
Sengoku: So, if we checked your stuff right now, it won't be there.
Kirihara: It won't be there!
Sengoku: Okay. Let's go check your things. If it's not there, then I'll... get you something before you leave. But if it's there, you get nothing. Alright?
Kirihara: *perks up* Like what?
Sengoku: *shrug* Something. A surprise.
Kirihara: Pfft. You don't even know, do you? *leads the way back to his room, which is CLEAN for once*
Sengoku: *knows what he'd give Kirihara, just not telling* ...Wow, you sure this is your room?
Kirihara: All I had to do was shove everything into a suitcase.
Sengoku: Okay... Let's get everything out and search your stuff, and then I'll help you pack up again.
Kirihara: ...What... seriously?
Sengoku: Yeah. Why?
Kirihara: I dunno. Just seems like a lot of effort. *crammed his stuff in his bag, doesn't know if it'll all fit again*
Sengoku: Do you want to find your game or not?
Kirihara: :x I do.
Sengoku: Then let's go look through your stuff. I really will help pack.
Kirihara: Okay. But if something bites you, it's not my fault!
Sengoku: *laughs* Alright, alright.
Kirihara: *drags out his suitcase and unzips it, clothes pops out*
Sengoku: Wow. That's... a lot of stuff. *thinks Kirihara needs to learn how to fold hid clothes before packing them*
Kirihara: *grins sheepishly* You said you'd help pack! You can't go back on your word now!
Sengoku: I will, I will! *takes the shrits without pockets out first, FOLDS THEM PROPERLY and sets them aside* You really should pack your bags properly, so you'll have lots of space to put souvenirs in.
Kirihara: I hate folding. *balls up a pair of boxers and tosses them into a pile*
Sengoku: *sigh* *has a neatly folded shirt pile* Go check the pockets in your suitcase again. It might be there and you just forgot? *goes for the shorts and the pants now, checks the pants pockets too**
Kirihara: *finds the pair of pants he was wearing yesterday and checks the pockets first* ... *finds the game... and hides it in the pockets of the pants he's wearing* Sure sure. *pokes around the suitcase*
Sengoku: *hasn't found the game in any of the clothes he's been folding* Found it yet?
Kirihara: Nope, nothing.
Sengoku: Haven't found it, either. Keep looking. There's still a lot of, uh, stuff in your suitcase.
Kirihara: *digs through his 'stuff'* I'm not finding it...
Sengoku: Yeah... I don't think it's here. *has piles of neatly folded clothes already* Sorry.
Kirihara: Eh, whatever. It wasn't that great of a game anyway.
Sengoku: You sure you don't want to find it anymore? *starts folding the pile of clothes Kirihara just balled up and threw aside*
Kirihara: I can't think of anywhere else it would be. *attempts to fold a shirt or two*
Sengoku: Yeah... Sorry I wasn't much of a help. Guess I did kinda lose my luck somewhere. *scratches his cheek, laughs it off*
Kirihara: S'okay. Atleast you're good at folding. *Grins*
Sengoku: Haha-- sure. *grabs the shirt Kirihara was trying to either fold or rip apart, and folds it*
Kirihara: *watches Sengoku work* *he's even kinda hot when folding*
Sengoku: You could go ahead and pack the folded clothes in the suitcase. Just don't throw them in, okay? *still folding some of the clothes and... underwear*
Kirihara: Sure, I can handle that! *takes a stack of clothes and gently places it in the suitcase* Piece of cake!
Sengoku: *finally finishes folding and helps pack the clothes in the suitcase* *is amazed that they all fit with extra space now* All done! *grin*
Kirihara: You've got magical powers or something. This shit isn't going to fit back in there when I come home from america...
Sengoku: *laughs* You just gotta fold your clothes, don't just dump them in the suitcase.
Kirihara: I'll try. *grins*
Sengoku: So.. uh.. What time do you leave?
Kirihara: Uh... I think they said 3?
Kirihara: So... In a couple hours or so.
Sengoku: Oh... That's... so soon.
Kirihara: Yeah, well, it's gunna be a long plane ride. Good thing I have other games to play.
Sengoku: Make sure your DS is fully charged before you go, okay?
Kirihara: No worries, I got that covered.
Sengoku: That's good.
Kirihara: I never leave home without a charged DS! It keeps me from falling asleep on the bus... *a little embarrassed about that*
Sengoku: Get some sleep on the plane, okay? So you don't end up having really bad jetlag and sleeping in the middle of your match.
Kirihara: *scoffs* Who could fall asleep during tennis?
Sengoku: Who knows~ It could happen, right?
Kirihara: Not to me!
Sengoku: Sure, sure. *reaches out to pat Kiri on the head*
Kirihara: *hee petting*
Sengoku: *no more petting* Well.. I uh... I guess I'll see you around, huh?
Kirihara: Wait! You said you'd give me something.
Sengoku: ...Oh yeah. Almost forgot. *smiles a little*
Sengoku: *leans over, kisses Kiri on the corner of his lips* Kick ass, alright?
Kirihara: ... *speachless* ...
Sengoku: See ya. *grins at Kiri and miiiiiiight be blushing a little and makes his escape!*
Kirihara: *staaaaaaaaaares and turns red*
What: Looking for a lost item and a present ;D
Where: Around camp
When: Early friday, leaving day
Sengoku: *lurking around wherever Kirihara usually hangs out* *not stalking him, srs, just wants to say something before he leaves for Senbatsu*
Kirihara: *looking around the camp for random crap he lost*
Sengoku: *spots Kiri around the corner, wonders if he should wait until Kiri notices him, or call him, hmm..*
Kirihara: *crouches down and looks under a couch*
Sengoku: *cautiously walks up to Kiri* Whatcha looking for?
Kirihara: *bangs his head on the couch* Owww... *rubs his head*
Sengoku: Er.. oops, sorry. You okay? *leans over Kirihara*
Kirihara: *sits back and rubs his head* Yeah, I'm fine. Got a lot of cushion up there. *ruffles his own hair*
Sengoku: Oh. Uh. Good. Didn't hurt anything, right? What were you doing down there anyway?
Kirihara: Looking for a game I think I lost... It might have gone under the couch when I fell asleep here yesterday. Or someone stole it.
Sengoku: You sure you didn't leave it in the console? *looks behind a cushion*
Kirihara: Yeah, I'm sure. I was playing a different game.
Sengoku: Wanna move the couch so you could see behind it?
Kirihara: Good idea! *gets up off the floor*
Sengoku: Help me move it. *gets over to one side of the couch to move it away from the wall*
Kirihara: *grabs the other side* Ready?
Sengoku: Yep. On three, okay?
Kirihara: One, two, three! *lifts his end and scoots*
Sengoku: *mooooves the couch on three--* There... Can you see it?
Kirihara: *sets his end down and peeks over the back* ...Nope, not there.
Sengoku: *looks* ...Huh. Looks like a field of dustbunnies back there.
Kirihara: No game though. *Lifts his side of the couch and scoots it back into place* Damnit.
Sengoku: *shoves the couch in place* Cushions? Behind the TV? Did you check your room?
Kirihara: I checked everywhere! I bet some shithead stole it off of me while I was sleeping!
Sengoku: Who'd want to steal your game, though? *sits on the couch*
Kirihara: *thinks* Probably one of them poor kids from Fudomine. They can't afford games so they steal them from people like me!
Sengoku: That's kind of mean.. :/ Are you sure you checked everywhere?
Kirihara: I did! I checked everywhere!
Sengoku: Are you really really sure?
Kirihara: *stares at Sengoku* Yeah. I'm sure.
Sengoku: So, if we checked your stuff right now, it won't be there.
Kirihara: It won't be there!
Sengoku: Okay. Let's go check your things. If it's not there, then I'll... get you something before you leave. But if it's there, you get nothing. Alright?
Kirihara: *perks up* Like what?
Sengoku: *shrug* Something. A surprise.
Kirihara: Pfft. You don't even know, do you? *leads the way back to his room, which is CLEAN for once*
Sengoku: *knows what he'd give Kirihara, just not telling* ...Wow, you sure this is your room?
Kirihara: All I had to do was shove everything into a suitcase.
Sengoku: Okay... Let's get everything out and search your stuff, and then I'll help you pack up again.
Kirihara: ...What... seriously?
Sengoku: Yeah. Why?
Kirihara: I dunno. Just seems like a lot of effort. *crammed his stuff in his bag, doesn't know if it'll all fit again*
Sengoku: Do you want to find your game or not?
Kirihara: :x I do.
Sengoku: Then let's go look through your stuff. I really will help pack.
Kirihara: Okay. But if something bites you, it's not my fault!
Sengoku: *laughs* Alright, alright.
Kirihara: *drags out his suitcase and unzips it, clothes pops out*
Sengoku: Wow. That's... a lot of stuff. *thinks Kirihara needs to learn how to fold hid clothes before packing them*
Kirihara: *grins sheepishly* You said you'd help pack! You can't go back on your word now!
Sengoku: I will, I will! *takes the shrits without pockets out first, FOLDS THEM PROPERLY and sets them aside* You really should pack your bags properly, so you'll have lots of space to put souvenirs in.
Kirihara: I hate folding. *balls up a pair of boxers and tosses them into a pile*
Sengoku: *sigh* *has a neatly folded shirt pile* Go check the pockets in your suitcase again. It might be there and you just forgot? *goes for the shorts and the pants now, checks the pants pockets too**
Kirihara: *finds the pair of pants he was wearing yesterday and checks the pockets first* ... *finds the game... and hides it in the pockets of the pants he's wearing* Sure sure. *pokes around the suitcase*
Sengoku: *hasn't found the game in any of the clothes he's been folding* Found it yet?
Kirihara: Nope, nothing.
Sengoku: Haven't found it, either. Keep looking. There's still a lot of, uh, stuff in your suitcase.
Kirihara: *digs through his 'stuff'* I'm not finding it...
Sengoku: Yeah... I don't think it's here. *has piles of neatly folded clothes already* Sorry.
Kirihara: Eh, whatever. It wasn't that great of a game anyway.
Sengoku: You sure you don't want to find it anymore? *starts folding the pile of clothes Kirihara just balled up and threw aside*
Kirihara: I can't think of anywhere else it would be. *attempts to fold a shirt or two*
Sengoku: Yeah... Sorry I wasn't much of a help. Guess I did kinda lose my luck somewhere. *scratches his cheek, laughs it off*
Kirihara: S'okay. Atleast you're good at folding. *Grins*
Sengoku: Haha-- sure. *grabs the shirt Kirihara was trying to either fold or rip apart, and folds it*
Kirihara: *watches Sengoku work* *he's even kinda hot when folding*
Sengoku: You could go ahead and pack the folded clothes in the suitcase. Just don't throw them in, okay? *still folding some of the clothes and... underwear*
Kirihara: Sure, I can handle that! *takes a stack of clothes and gently places it in the suitcase* Piece of cake!
Sengoku: *finally finishes folding and helps pack the clothes in the suitcase* *is amazed that they all fit with extra space now* All done! *grin*
Kirihara: You've got magical powers or something. This shit isn't going to fit back in there when I come home from america...
Sengoku: *laughs* You just gotta fold your clothes, don't just dump them in the suitcase.
Kirihara: I'll try. *grins*
Sengoku: So.. uh.. What time do you leave?
Kirihara: Uh... I think they said 3?
Kirihara: So... In a couple hours or so.
Sengoku: Oh... That's... so soon.
Kirihara: Yeah, well, it's gunna be a long plane ride. Good thing I have other games to play.
Sengoku: Make sure your DS is fully charged before you go, okay?
Kirihara: No worries, I got that covered.
Sengoku: That's good.
Kirihara: I never leave home without a charged DS! It keeps me from falling asleep on the bus... *a little embarrassed about that*
Sengoku: Get some sleep on the plane, okay? So you don't end up having really bad jetlag and sleeping in the middle of your match.
Kirihara: *scoffs* Who could fall asleep during tennis?
Sengoku: Who knows~ It could happen, right?
Kirihara: Not to me!
Sengoku: Sure, sure. *reaches out to pat Kiri on the head*
Kirihara: *hee petting*
Sengoku: *no more petting* Well.. I uh... I guess I'll see you around, huh?
Kirihara: Wait! You said you'd give me something.
Sengoku: ...Oh yeah. Almost forgot. *smiles a little*
Sengoku: *leans over, kisses Kiri on the corner of his lips* Kick ass, alright?
Kirihara: ... *speachless* ...
Sengoku: See ya. *grins at Kiri and miiiiiiight be blushing a little and makes his escape!*
Kirihara: *staaaaaaaaaares and turns red*