☠ 3 VOICE (ENGLISH) 3 ☠

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[There's a faint muttering coming through, a rhythmic five-seven-five syllables, too faint to really catch words (though "depressed" "failure" "dammit" "die" "disgusting" and "trash" seem to be cropping up fairly often). Everything Kid says is coming out in haiku and he can't stand it.

He tired to just keep quiet, but it's depressing and

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[spectrophobic]

[Meanwhile, Liz is laughing almost as much as her dear little sister would in situations like these.

No. It's not really that funny. In fact, it's downright obnoxious; but for some reason... Liz just takes it in stride, and is finding Kid's melodrama downright hilarious.

Eating chocolate might be a vice to a fashionable girl like her, but when you haven't even seen a "fun size" bar in ages, you've got to spoil yourself!]

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Liz, please stop laughing [... five]
I can't tolerate it now [............... seven. Kid makes a pained whining noise.]
... can't stop the haikus.... [DAMMIT FIVE. He's collapsed and twitching and even his thoughts are in haiku and it hurts.]

[The melodrama? It's not from the candy.]

[spectrophobic]

B-but...! [Liz is holding onto her sides while she just continues to LOL laugh, and there are tears in her eyes.] It's just so funny!

Are you speaking in haiku? What kind of person speaks in haiku?!

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Pathetic... useless...
What kind of person.... haiku...
I can't make it stop

[He is in pain in a way that no one else understands. He's unbalanced and can't fix it]

[spectrophobic]

[Her laughter dwindles down to soft chuckle in no time, and Liz lets out a satisfied sigh.

Walking up to Kid, she reaches over and pats him cheerfully on the back with a grin on her face.]

Cheer up! Here. Why don't you have some of this candy that we got before it goes to waste? It might make you feel better.

It's really good~

[Don't make her come over and shake that plastic bucket in front of you.]

[symmetryguns]

[A pained whine that might be something resembling "Liiiiiiiiiiiiz".]

[spectrophobic]

[Liz blinks down at Kid, and then promptly gets up and walks away. Her feet can be heard stepping over the old floor.

The next thing you know, she is walking back toward him, and a leopard-printed Snuggie has been draped over the curve of Kid's back. Having been just flopped over him, it's more than likely that the shinigami been completely covered by the large tacky patterned blanket.]

How's that? Feels pretty good, doesn't it?

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[It goes instantly dark from Kid's point of view (which would have been a good thing, if he'd had an issue with visual symmetry at the moment), and he stills, much like a small animal would when enveloped by darkness.

Then he realizes it's not completely dark, and he can dimly see the asymmetrical patterns on the thing as the light shines through. Kid is now panicking more than slightly, flailing as he manages to get himself tangled up in the Snuggie.]

[spectrophobic]

[Against her better judgment, Liz started laughing with abandon again as Kid went flailing and squirming around in the Snuggie. It is just like watching a little cat or dog that can't find its way out from underneath the bedsheets.

It was an innocent gesture, really. Liz thought that the soft blanket would help take Kid's mind off the asymmetry for awhile. Even the leopard-print didn't seem to bother her sense of taste anymore, and watching it ripple made her think she was watching a big cat move around.

Which is why--with her hands moving to grip part of the Snuggie--she thought it would be fun to pull it up off of Kid in one go.]

Here... we... [FWOOSH!] Gooooo!

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[It is exactly like watching a little cat trapped underneath the blankets. The softness was suffocating rather than comforting, and Liz is acting like Patti and he does not like it.

The thing is though, he can't really complain because of the haikus, so he lets out an untranslatable whine of pathetic agony]

[spectrophobic]

[Liz beams, throwing the Snuggie over her own shoulders with triumph and then giving Kid a few light pokes in the side with her finger.

Hey. It's not time for you to take a nap.]

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[ICON KEYWORDS.

He has both hands clamped over his mouth and he's choking on his own blood (reflex, somehow, like the lizard that shoots blood out of its eyes when it's threatened, not safe for a human, but fine for someone with Kid's normal healing speeds), trying not to let it splatter on the floor.

Congratulations, Liz, this will look horrible to anyone who barges in unexpectedly. Kid on the ground, distressed and leaking blood from just about every orifice, and his weapon standing over him, grinning and poking him in the side.]