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[no_mothers_son]

What next?

Escorts all and unsundry back to his place till the LOL effects wear off.

Comments

[nobodys_bunny]

Thank you for letting us stay with you. And for earlier.

I'm going to get myself some water. Would anyone else like anything while I'm in the kitchen?

[demon_chemist]

Yes, thank you very much. *sits down on the couch and sighs heavily* No, thank you, I'm fine.

[nobodys_bunny]

::Walks into the kitchen and stares at the counter for several minutes, trying to stay calm. The effects of the crystal will wear off. Soon, he hopes. Then everything can go back to normal and he can forget that any of this ever happened.::

::Retrieves a glass of water and returns to the living room. Distraction. That's what he needs. Something to keep him from thinking. Preferably something completely unrelated to sex.::

...anyone up for a game of cards?

[no_mothers_son]

Cards would be good, do you have a game preference?

[early_bloomer]

A while after the others arrive, Lirin appears at Doku's door. She's holding a bunch of shopping bags and her clothes, while still comfortable and easy to fight in, are now indicative of a keen sense of fashion. And a new familiarity with the concept of a bra.

Where did she get the money for this spree? God only knows.

"Hiii!"

[nobodys_bunny]

Lirin. Hi. ::Kou's just going to pretend everything is normal, then, because he really doesn't want to have to explain this particular LOL to his sister:: We were just about to-- You went shopping?

[early_bloomer]

Yep! *beaming* I realized my clothes really weren't that great, so I got some new ones! *drops her bags and spins in a circle, showing off the new outfit* Aren't they nice, oniichan?

[nobodys_bunny]

...very nice, yes.

[sexy_sha]

::knock knock::

[no_mothers_son]

*Oh for the love of... What now?. Opens door.*

*Irritation* Hey, what, whappened to you the other...

*Concern* What happened?

[nobodys_bunny]

::Company? Oh, it's just... Have Gojyo's pants always fit so nicely?::

[sexy_sha]

::there is a very beat-up and tired looking kappa standing in your doorway. black eye, bruises, kinda limping - the whole bit.::

Heh. You're th'resident Sha now. Everyone's gotta knock on your door, 'specially when ya don't want 'em to. S'a law. ::between the tired-shaking and the dirty hands, trying to light a cigarette is very difficult right now:: Um. Think I could come in and wash this shit off?