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[polsini]

WHO: Jasdero, Rhode, and mebbe Debitt?
WHAT: The blond diva cannot believe his ears.
WHERE: The Jasdebi house.
WHEN: Late, late evening.

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[dolcezzamacabra]

Rhode wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to be doing with this crazy blond, but she had a feeling it was something like dealing with those crazy people in the rec room at the hospital. If you just ignored them, they usually just went away. But this didn't go away.

This appeared in the doorway behind her.

Rhode pushed herself against the desk slightly, making the swivel chair turn so she was facing him. She was wearing Debitt's oversized clothes, a t-shirt that fell to her mid-thighs and some baggy pants. Stealing Debitt's wallet to shop was something of a pointless endeavor; She'd bought books to read, and that was all. Now, however, she was about to be attacked by some raving fashionista with some kind of obsession with conditioner.

"There's a lot, but I don't really know all of it..."

[polsini]

Oh GOD, and the clothes she was wearing were atrocious!! So baggy and bland and not at all fitting for a cute, little girl. Did Debitt dress her? Jasdero will have to have a stern talking with his twin brother once he returned from wherever he was...hopefully buying milk since he failed at doing that earlier.

Jasdero made a noise that might have sounded like a keyboard smash. He rushed to the little girl, and picked her up like it was nothing, swinging her over his shoulder and pranced out of the room.

Bursting bubbles was in his business. Personal space? What?

"I am going to WASH you," he explained, kicking open the door to the bathroom with his thigh high boots.

[dolcezzamacabra]

Rhode squeaked when he picked her up, apparently too caught off guard by the sudden assault to struggle as she was dumped upside down. It was his proclamation that finally made her react, a low growl escaping her throat.

"I can bathe myself, thank you!"

He seemed to be set on this insane idea, and she didn't know why. It wasn't like her hair needed anything, really- it was cut short and clean enough.

[polsini]

"Hmph. If you can bathe yourself, you would have used conditioner." Jasdero finally put her down on the floor, and quickly ran toward the bathroom door to close and lock it. Nice and tight. There, now the demon child won't be able to escape.

He turned around slowly, hands behind his back, the epitome of innocence with a big stitched grin across his face.

[dimentichisi]

It had taken Roxas quite a while to find the address that he'd been given online, as he wasn't very familiar with that part of town. But once he reached the place and gathered up enough courage, he knocked firmly on the front door. Hopefully, the person would be nice.

Hopefully, he wouldn't end up laying in the street after getting his ass kicked, as had happened last time he'd done something like this.

[polsini]

Most of the shampoo was out, and Jasdero watched the suds fill the tub, taking over the water like an oil spill. He poked at them, giggling like a little boy before returning to the task at hand. Reaching toward the basket, he took out the conditioner now, and was gonna squire some into his hand when he heard a knock in the distance.

"Oooo ~" Jasdero sang, dropping the bottle and jumping up. "Stay right here. I have to get that."

Giggling, he opened the door, and skipped down the hall toward the front.

Opened that, and ooo ~

"Are you here for my slumberparty?"

[dimentichisi]

The... person... who answered the door certainly didn't look like anyone Roxas had ever seen before... not even a tug at memories that wouldn't or couldn't surface.

"I. Uh. Yeah? I'm Roxas."

[polsini]

Roxas? What an odd name. It sounded like Rocks Ass.

Jasdero looked him up and down, sizing the kid up before grinning widely. He grabbed the kid's arm, and pulled him in.

"I'm Jasdero ~ " he sang, giggling all the while.

[ ooc: shoot me if I godmodded? ;; ]