Who: Daxter, hopefully Kanda. When: Morning. Early morning. Where: Boys' dorm What: Going to the source of a rooming problem. Rating: PG, maybe PG-13, depending.
Kanda was, at the moment, in the bathroom after a long shower. It had been so tempting to kill those little ducks that insisted on sharing the tub with him, but he resisted, other than throwing the pink one across the room. It got back up, so he figured it was okay, even though it did peep a lot and limp. Ah, well, that was a problem for Beansprout and the Noah Brat.
When he came into his room and saw a little orange... thing, his response was a rather amusing shriek, and to throw the towel he was carrying at it. "What the hell is that?!" He reflexively grabbed for Mugen, but since it wasn't there... he opted for a rather heavy paperweight. "God damn weird animals they keep letting in here."
Whoever had said that hell had no fury like a woman scorned, or whatever the saying was, obviously did not have sensitive ears and a naked guy screaming in the room. Daxter turned just in time to be smacked soundly by a towel, fluttering backwards on two unsteady feet, and crash into the chair on the computer desk. What was with these people and throwing him into objects?
Removing the towel, Dax would have made a clever retort, except the fact he got an image of a non-clothed, not-normal person imprinted into his brain. Needless to say, the ottsel quickly covered his eyes again. "Precursors, what is yer problem, pinky?! Get some clothes on! Aah, my lovely eyes..."
Kanda's inital reaction was to be stunned that the thing could talk. The second was to notice what had actually been SAID. He blushed furiously, grabbing a sheet to wrap up in, then glared. "What the hell are you and why are you in my room?"
"Are ya decent?" Pause. Given the fact he had heard some rustling, it was obvious the person was. Hopefully. Not that Daxter was one to talk, he went around for three years with wearing nothing but gloves. It was principal of the matter, like always.
So, shrugging off the towel, the ottsel still kept his eyes mostly shut, and jabbed a finger in the general direction of the other. "Geez, ever heard of manners? The guest should go first. So. What t'a hell are you?" Another pause. "And I need ya to get your kid outta my room."
Just then there was a knock on the door and most likely a voice Kanda didn't want to here, "Uh...Kan-chan can we talk?" He would ask the other as his eyes widened and he noticed a roadent that was talking and not only that but Kanda was wrapped in a sheet, "WHAT THE-"
"I'm human, like MOST people around here, obviously." He rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms, holding the sheet up in them. "I think you mean the monkey. Well... I don't want him back. He's a pain in the--"
It was Zelos. Kanda froze with a mixed look of rage and horror on his face, staring at the newcomer in silence for a few moments before growling. "Don't call me that. And get out."
"Kan-chan we are going to talk about this...Err Kanda." He would try calling him that. Not so painful memories from that anyways...For the both of them. He looked to the little rodent and muttered, "Just like Corrine...cept not as cute and with a HUGE mouth."
"He's not your kid?" It wasn't exactly general confusion, just Daxter's mouth running on autopilot to voice the first thing that came to mind. "Geez, attitudes are the same, coulda fooled Pec-" And, that was around the same time tension came into the small, and getting smaller, room.
It looked like the two were about to have their own private conversation, so the ottsel did nothing less of jumping in. Or, would have, if the guy wouldn't have addressed him. "Hairy, you don't exactly pull off cute either. I'm handsome, is all. ... Your name is Kan-chan?"
Holding up his hands and smiling disarmingly at the both of them, "Now now...Come on you two..." He looked to Daxter..."would it feel better if Goku was out of your room?"
"What the hell is an ottsel?" He found himself a little more than puzzled.
"Reasons? Like what? He interrupting yer angst moments or somethin'?" Another scowl; no, Daxter was not in a good mood, for once, and he felt no need to lighten the atmosphere currently invading the room.
"Yeah. The kid switched rooms, ya'know. And an ottsel, is.. the most high respected thing around! The Precursors were ottsels, you know." This was a shallow stab in the dark, but hey. He was the master in stringing up lines.
"Uh okay whatever. If the kid won't leave the room tell him I will let him have mine. I can move in here and we can fix it that way. Either way Kanda isn't going to be happy."
He looked to Daxter a gloved hand on his hip, "Will that do?"
"Wait--what?!" He went wide-eyed when he heard that. He didn't want to have Zelos in the room. Sure, the lotus would be safer... but it was ZELOS. "You cna't just move yourself in here!"
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When he came into his room and saw a little orange... thing, his response was a rather amusing shriek, and to throw the towel he was carrying at it. "What the hell is that?!" He reflexively grabbed for Mugen, but since it wasn't there... he opted for a rather heavy paperweight. "God damn weird animals they keep letting in here."
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Removing the towel, Dax would have made a clever retort, except the fact he got an image of a non-clothed, not-normal person imprinted into his brain. Needless to say, the ottsel quickly covered his eyes again. "Precursors, what is yer problem, pinky?! Get some clothes on! Aah, my lovely eyes..."
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So, shrugging off the towel, the ottsel still kept his eyes mostly shut, and jabbed a finger in the general direction of the other. "Geez, ever heard of manners? The guest should go first. So. What t'a hell are you?" Another pause. "And I need ya to get your kid outta my room."
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It was Zelos. Kanda froze with a mixed look of rage and horror on his face, staring at the newcomer in silence for a few moments before growling. "Don't call me that. And get out."
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It looked like the two were about to have their own private conversation, so the ottsel did nothing less of jumping in. Or, would have, if the guy wouldn't have addressed him. "Hairy, you don't exactly pull off cute either. I'm handsome, is all. ... Your name is Kan-chan?"
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"What the hell is an ottsel?" He found himself a little more than puzzled.
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"Yeah. The kid switched rooms, ya'know. And an ottsel, is.. the most high respected thing around! The Precursors were ottsels, you know." This was a shallow stab in the dark, but hey. He was the master in stringing up lines.
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He looked to Daxter a gloved hand on his hip, "Will that do?"
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