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[world_roof]

Tibet is simply sitting on the edge of the large bed in his personal room supplied by the Fuwa. He finds the bed a little too large and it feels too lonely. The entire room, no, the entire manor is a tad overwhelming for the child, as he is not used to such decadence in such high doses.  He has had a very eventful week and sometimes children need

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[chairman_yao]

*Because Tibet's luck is like that, his palatial room overlooks the area where China and Panda are failing to construct their tent. From outside Mr Yao's loud and frustrated one-sided arguments float in...*

PANDA! THAT IS NOT BAMBOO! ARE- ARE THOSE THE MISSING TENT POLES!? YOU DEVIL!!

*Not even in this sanctuary can Tibet ever hope to escape China's influence*

[OOC: BAHAHA! OF COURSE, TIBET COULD PROBABLY DROP SOMETHING ON THEM FROM THAT HEIGHT WITH FULL ANONYMITY... IF HE WERE SO INCLINED. JUST DON'T FALL OUT OF THAT DAMNED WINDOW THIS TIME!]

[thesex_machine]

Oh HI ~ *Francis waves his hand to China from a window*
Is the weather good down there? ahaha ♥

[chairman_yao]

*China instinctively throws the nearest thing he can find - a pineapple - at the direction of the voice*

No the weather is not good! It is dark and cold!

[thesex_machine]

*the pineapple touches lightly Francis*
Ahah, you're very lively Mr. China.
*scared smile*
I'd like to share one of those BED with you ♥ but it's a pity you can't be there *sighs*

[chairman_yao]

*shudders*
Where the devil are you? You...devil.

*Yao makes a note to improve his insult repertoire and add more variety*

[thesex_machine]

Maybe I can go down to meet you ♥
I hope you would sleep soundly like Vash did. *sly smile*

[chairman_yao]

I cannot see your lecherous smile but I can hear it in yo-*SMACK* AUUUUGHHH!

*the pineapple has come back down. Hard. On China's face*

YOU - YOU... YOU DEMON!

[OOC: China's current camp is right here if you want to come on down <3]

[world_roof]

*In a spark of what can only be rebellion and bad influence among all these people of different cultures, Tibet picks up a satin orange pillow from his bed, and with what he expected to be terrible aim, drops it from his balcony toward the source of the noise. After ducking and then reappearing over the balcony's edge Tibet notices that he has actually managed to hit China squarely on the head. He suppresses a giggle, and then immediately feeling terribly guilty for joy and anther's expense crawls off to go pray for forgiveness.*