8th Devotion: It's not what it looks like! Or: This is a curse?

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[Accidental video]

[A book falls noisily to the floor. Solomon is seated on the couch of his apartment, the hand that had previously been holding his book empty. His eyes are wide, staring down at a scantily clad teen-aged girl wearing what appears to be a playboy bunny outfit. One who just happens to be curled up sleeping with her head nestled on

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[Adjusting, Mikuru yawned sleepily. It's so cold, she thought at the edge of her consciousness. Having modeled all day, by the time Mikuru made it into her room, she'd literally crashed before she could change. Deep in sleep now, she was barely aware of that fact now, other than that she felt uncomfortable. She moaned a little. She had to dress up again? But she didn't want to wear the costume in front of the entire school-! It was just too embarrassing...]

I...I don't want to wear the nurse one...

[She mumbled, almost incoherently. Shivering a little, she snuggled in closer to the warmth pressed against her,sighing contentedly.]

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WHAT THE...!

HOW...?

This is...!

[Words failed him. Never in all of the hundred twenty years or so of his life had he ever been placed in such a situation.]

....

[He reaches up with his free hand drags his palm down his face in exasperation. There had to be SOME rational explanation. His mind races with the possibilities as he stares at the soft breathing of the girl curled up against him.]

"Nurse" one? Is this some sort of.. experiment? Some... distortion in reality... science... or medically related? Or... maybe ... teleportation gone awry... I'm beginning to think anything is possible here!

But... what's with the handcuffs??! And that... that... OUTFIT. Some kind of... joke??!

[It was not to be tolerated. Freeing his trapped hand at this point was not possible. So he reaches out with his other hand, and gently shakes the girl's bare shoulder.]

... Miss...? Miss... wake up.

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[Mikuru stirs slightly as she hears her voice being called. A gentle hand lightly shaking her she moves to push up slightly from her comfortable position. Was that...a males voice? Kyon...? But what...would he be doing in her room?]

Did I...sleep in?

[She asks disorientated. Pushing up a little...until she notices something restricting around her wrist. Moreover...there was something warm...across her chest. Eyes slowly opening, they raise to the person beneath her...and she stares.]

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Sir Solomon?!

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[Solomon's head jerks up to stare at the camera's light, having heard another voice coming from the speaker.]

Wha--? I'M BEING RECORDED?!

Ah...uh...

....

One moment, please.

voice;

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O-Of c-course. Um. I am intruding?

Re: voice;

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[His back stiffens, eyes darting between the girl beside him in her little bunny outfit, the handcuffs fastened to their wrists, and the insidious camera recording the whole event. Mouth twitching, he turns back to address the voice coming over the speaker.]

Ah, no, no... of course not...

[He steps forward casually, obscuring the camera's view of his scantily clad guest (except for the bunny ears which can be easily viewed from over his shoulder).]

What...

[He coughs slightly, and slips on a mask of casual innocence.]

what can I help you with, Romeo?