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[thedoctorisn_t]

Who: Dr. Tamamo, various CB members
When: Monday afternoon~
Where: CB Headquarters
Rating: PG-13 at worst, I imagine.
Warnings: Possibly swearing?
Summary: Tamamo infiltrates CB for the lulz to test out his newly returned illusion skills. Open log; feel free to threadhop like crazy lol.

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[shooting_blanc]

The door to Michel's room was propped open, in the interest of improving airflow from the open window on the far wall.

Michel sat at his desk, the cool summer-night air caressing the back of his neck as he hunched over the disassembled parts of his rifle, diligently cleaning and oiling them.

[thedoctorisn_t]

Tamamo paused in the hall, checking for any possible observers, then shifted from Neil Dylandy to Toshiko's alluring human form. He leaned in the door, head tilted, half-smiling but mostly concerned.

"Hey ... Michel? You having trouble sleeping too?"

[shooting_blanc]

Michel looked up, instantly trading the comedic look of concentration he wore for his trademark smile.

"A little. But my rifle's also been long overdue for maintenance. How about you, just not tired or not feeling well, Toshiko?"

[thedoctorisn_t]

Tamamo shrugged. "A little of both. Can I come in?"

[shooting_blanc]

Michel set down the trigger assembly of his rifle and slipped out of the chair, taking a seat instead on the side of his bed.

"Not at all. Tieria's downstairs with his nose in a book, so we should have some time before he decides to come up for the night~"

[thedoctorisn_t]

"Mm, I passed him on my way up here." Tamamo perched beside Michel, a soft smile. "Do you like rooming with him? He's got a bit of a stick up his ass."

[shooting_blanc]

Michel laughed and nodded. "Yeah, he's a good guy, and I've personally taken it upon myself to get him to be more sociable, so this arrangement works out fairly well." His eyes stayed fixed on her face- an important talent for shameless womanizers like him- but in the back of his mind, Michel found himself remembering the wild evening they shared under the partial influences of their daimons, wondering if the fox-girl had herself another itch to scratch.