Something something something...

[strongestcoward]

Who: Asura and the lovely ladies he will be bothering.
When: Any time this week!
Where: Anywhere this week!
Summary: Asura is a big cry baby and wants to cuddle.
Rating: The worst rating ever.
Warnings: The worst post ever.

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Tuesday Morning // Second floor hallway

[hairlikethis]

It was almost scary how comfortable Ramona was getting in this place. Some days, like today, were ridiculously boring despite the constant experimentation. She'd showered, tried something new with her hair, which was getting really long, and then tried on a few outfits before settling on something comfy. Seriously, you'd think there'd be more to do! No one had tried to kill her in at least ten days and she was starting to wonder if she could keep living like this.

A run would clear her mind. Maybe a few laps around the second floor. She'd rather be roller blading, but it just wasn't the same indoors.

Ramona left her room and lapped the second floor twice at a quick pace before settling into a walk as she passed suite 36 a third time...

[strongestcoward]

Asura never visited the room he had been assigned. It was too obvious-anyone who expected to find him would check there first.

Of course, that meant that he kept an eye on it from the outside. Fujino was using it as her own, something Asura cared extremely little about. If things were out of order, he'd know someone was messing with his stuff. Speaking of keeping an eye on things, Asura performed his usual appearing trick-folding out of the shadow of a slightly open door, simply standing in her path.

Silently. With his hair over his eyes.

[hairlikethis]

Ramona stopped as soon as she saw him, which was about two inches away from running into him. The foremost thought running through her mind was 'Please don't bite my head off again.' In a place this like this, you'd expect to run into your enemies a lot more often...

"... A-asura?"

Was this about her calling him out on that terrible video post with the puppets?

[strongestcoward]

The Kishin simply made an extremely quiet gasping choking noise, biting his bottom lip.

Damn...It pissed him off how much he missed her, and how just by saying his name reminded him. It made him as angry as it did fearful...But that was ignoring all the other fear that enveloped his mind. As always, fear ruled all; "Romama-Bear..."

Wednesday / Rec Room

[shrinemistress]

Rika often craved the simplest of child-like desires. Today, that desire happened to be coloring.
The young girl had spread a handful of pillows over the bare floor, and was laying on her stomach atop them for maximum coloring comfort. Spread in front of her were various pieces of paper and a pack of crayons, already wearing further from just her particular usage.
They weren't the best drawn things in the world, but they were definitely worthy of the title 'cute'. They expressed various memories of her life; her and her friends playing, Satoko and herself making dinner, holding hands with Hanyuu in their pretty miko outfits...
The fragment of her ideal world within her hands.
Rika smiled warmly as she looked down on her work, sitting up in a pretzel position to further admire them.

[strongestcoward]

Asura was an absolute master of sneaking. The entire facility could have been searching for him, but getting their hands on him would still prove nigh impossible.

Which would be why he could get so close behind her, squatting down to look over her shoulder. "What's this?"

[shrinemistress]

She couldn't say in all honesty the sudden voice didn't surprise her. However, she didn't react much besides tensing a little, which slowly reduced as she turned to look at the person behind her.
Then increased again when she realized who was behind her.
"Miii, they're drawings!"
Rikas expression was happy and her voice cheerful, though she still remained a little on edge.

[strongestcoward]

The covered face revealed nothing of his emotions, but his voice revealed easily that he was nervous, perhaps even quite upset. He wasn't moving at all, his knees bent and fists flush on the floor.
"Can...I see them?"