Thank Truth For The Mini Bar // Summer Lovin' Event // Locked to Yosuke

[flowers_suck]

[As usual, upon stirring from sleep, Olivier reaches for her most trusted companion, the sword passed down from one Armstrong to another for generations, only to wind up with a handful of hair.

She quickly withdraws her hand, puzzled by the occurance.

She always slept on the left side of the bed, just so she could reach for her sword with her

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Oh god

[princeofjunes]

[WUMPH]

[Well that gets him awake - it's not every day he wakes up with a face full of flowers. And for the third time since arriving in Mayfield, he's surprised to find himself in a bed he doesn't belong in. Going from groggy to awake almost instantly, he looks around - what the hell is this place? And why the hell is Olivier-]

[...]

[Holy...]

[He stares just for a moment before her order sinks in, and he forces himself to ignore the fact that she looks damn good as he gets to his feet. Focusing on his girlfriend seems to do the trick in getting his attention off her, and now he's prepared to search]

Wait, the windows and doors don't work?

[flowers_suck]

[She ignores his moments of staring, but scowls nonetheless.]

They don't work for me, but I can't even purchase my own gun, so you might as well try.

[princeofjunes]

[Well he's not about to argue - though it's only now he notices he's in a silly tuxedo. What in the blue hell?!]

[He gives the door a try. Nada. The windows? Same story, and both of them are unarmed. Still, he's got one trick left]

Stand back, sir. I'll give my persona a shot.

[flowers_suck]

[She nods and sits down on the bed, not sure what to expect.]

Go ahead.