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Apr 13, 2010 14:29

Characters: Ritsuka, Soubi, later Matt, open to Mello
When: April 13th, Afternoon
Where: 202
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: 202's old owners come back

( Possession is Nine Tenths of the Law )

*event: walking dead, *incomplete, matt [ou], agatsuma soubi [au], aoyagi ritsuka [au]

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fourplay4some April 13 2010, 18:57:24 UTC

Soubi lay beneath Ritsuka, heart racing as his sacrifice took the initiative. Eyes sliding shut as those lips pressed against his. Breath catching as Ritsuka began to speak...

So of course the moment had to be ruined, completely and absolutely as Ritsuka pulled back and sat up straight. Soubi's head snapped around to look at the door, his ears down and back in aggravation while his tail - trapped by the cushions - wapped angrily against the side of the couch.

He was going to seriously maim whoever it was that was interrupting his getting past second base.

hisxsacrifice April 13 2010, 19:03:11 UTC

"Um...excuse me...who are y-" Ritsuka started to asked, before scrambling to move as one of them came to sit on the couch, acting deaf to the world. His ears fell back with a small whimper. So this is what they'd been taking about. Which meant...this people were dead??

"...Soubi?...What do we do?" he asked. He was entirely out of his element...what were you supposed to do when dead people wanted their apartment back?

fourplay4some April 13 2010, 19:07:46 UTC

Soubi tucked his legs to his chest as Ritsuka scrambled away from ... whatever it was that was claiming the couch and acting like it didn't see him and his sacrifice. The blond stood up, pulling the shorter boy off the couch and to the side as a second 'person' walked through and straightened a crooked picture frame.

"I... I don't know," Soubi mumbled, equally as wierded out by the entire thing as Ritsuka. "Maybe... maybe we should get our things and... We shouldn't stay here. Not with them around."

hisxsacrifice April 13 2010, 19:18:07 UTC

"Are...they in your rooms too?" he asked with a flustered look, tugging his jacket out from under one of them and holding it protectively to his chest, "They don't...look like they'll hurt us but...it's just...weird..." he said, tail twitching uncomfortably.

He gave a small squeak as his camera narrowly avoided being stepped on, making a dive for it.

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