It's a Funny Story, Actually...

[moe_moe_desu]

WHO: Yong and Kiku (open to Yao)
WHERE: The Charleston
WHEN: May 18th, Tuesday. 6 PM.
WHAT: A lost ricecooker finally finds its way home but not in the same condition that it left.
RATING: Who knows. It depends on how much that cooker was worth to Yao...

Comments

Do you need a deep tissue massage? @3@

[moe_moe_desu]

Kiku tensed when he heard the lock turn and steeled himself for the impending doom that waited him beyond the door. Who would it be? Yong Soo? Yao? The door creaked open with the slow suspense of a B-rated horror flick, only to reveal a wet and disheveled Yong Soo on the other side.

The breath he had been holding in came out as a sigh of relief. This way was better. Now he could return the rice cooker and get out of here without talking to its owner at all. Judging by how nervous Yong Soo looked just by seeing Kiku on the door step, he realized that he should definitely not linger long enough for Yao to show up.

"Here," he bypassed all the usual strained pleasantries and simply held out the slightly dinged rice cooker to Yong Soo, eager to pass the buck and get out of the line of fire. It seemed cowardly of him, but he didn't have much other choice. He could live with that at least he'd still be alive.

Lalalalala, I've come to curse you both~ :D

[binilao_aru]

If Yong Soo thought he could be quiet enough to sneak past his door, he had another thing coming. It also didn't help that the knock at the door was loud enough for anyone in the apartment to hear. Yao wouldn't have really cared whether or not Yong was the one to answer the door but when minimum conversation was conducted, he couldn't help but worry...

Grimacing, he walked out of his room, not really wanting to check whoever was at the door. "Yong, who's at the... door." The moment his eyes set upon Kiku, it felt like years before he was finally able to acknowledge the other.

"Kiku," he greeted stiffly, wondering exactly why out of all the residents in Liberty, he had to be the one at their doorstep.

SHIIII-EEEEETTTT ;A;

[moe_moe_desu]

Kiku stared at Yao in silence as he seemingly appraised his presence. Yao looked like he had just seen a dead cat vermin flaming bag of dog crap ghost on his doorstep.

Kiku paled, then slowly edged the rice-cooker behind his back until it was out of view. He knew it was a fruitless attempt to hide the evidence, and that he'd have to give it up sooner or later, but it was hard to be logical when all he could think was クソ　クソ　クソ！！！

There wasn't much reply one could give when greeted in such a hostile way, so Kiku offered up a nervous, awkward half-smile instead.

"Y-yao," he greeted back quietly, unable to bring his voice higher than a murmur.

Time to bust a cap... or two.

[binilao_aru]

Yao was alright with rice cookers being lent out as long as he got them back in the condition they were meant to be in. He was also quite alright with being lied to by Yong and Kiku even though it did slightly hurt his heart to know they couldn't quite trust him and they were right. He would probably get the cooking tools out before they could even explain themselves. So instead of immediately barging into the room and calling them out, he decided to stand right outside the door and listen into their conversation about how they were going to get out alive.

However, the second a teething dog was mentioned, he snapped. That was the last straw. Two perfectly working rice cookers were ruined in less than a year and Yao had it. So with a wok in one hand and a ladle in the other, he opened the door quietly with a smile that would scare even the grim reaper away and proceeded to ask, "Which one of you is first?" The door was closed behind him and locked.

No one was getting in and no one was getting out.

Sorry, just one cap this time.

[moe_moe_desu]

Kiku was a very level-headed man. Even under stress he always used his abilities to the fullest, no matter how large the project, or short-notice the deadline. He was a very calm and dependable worker... at work.

However, in his own personal life, he had had his fair share of stupid decisions. Most notable so far had been in the distant past the bike incident and his hot topic phase, for example, but now it seemed as if another not-so-brilliant idea was about to rear its ugly head yet again.

The room was assessed with his usual calculating efficiency. Yong Soo was sobbing into his pillow like a deflowered virgin; no help there. Yao had a rather ominous aura surrounding him and those cooking utensils were looking particularly lethal tonight. Said angry Chinese woman was also blocking the only exit, which seemed to be locked anyway so there went that option.

The only thing left was the window, so Kiku very calmly turned and walked towards it, taking off his socks and sandals along the way as if it were the most casual thing in the