1st Match: ACTION & PHONE. EVENTLESS. backdated.

[polysyllogism]

{ A: Action on 825 Hastings Boulevard, Housemates. }

[ It’s early, probably too-early-for-most-to-be-awake-o’clock, but Yagyuu can’t seem to sleep. He’s always been a sort of insomniac, but today was slightly different and everything felt off. Slipping out of his sleepwear and into something decent he heads down the stairs.

Making his way to the

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[ofoz]

[Her beauty sleep, how could you Yagyuu? Ozma can't sleep with you making all of that noise, so she slips out of bed, into her housecoat, and heads down the stairs. He can find her standing at the foot of the stairs, looking much less polished than she normally does.

It's early okay.]

What in heavens name are you doing up?

[polysyllogism]

[ He was so immersed with cleaning, it took a while before her words actually registered. Turning to look at her, he offers a polite smile. ] Ah, I apologize if I disrupted your sleep. [ There's a bit of an apologetic bow here to go with. ]

I was feeling rather restless, I suppose. [ Okay, that probably doesn't make whatever he's doing any better. Nor does it make up for the fact he woke her, but hey, he's trying. Or something. ]

[ofoz]

[She lets out a little sigh, then takes a seat on the bottom step.] Oh, it's alright. I was bound to wake up eventually after all.

Are you having trouble adjusting?

Sorry for the late! /)_(\

[polysyllogism]

[ His expression shifts a little, but it's hard to tell with him. ] You have my gratitude.

[ There's a pause as he deliberates on a response. And due to her kindness, the truthful route would do, or so he decides. ] I suppose you could say that. ... this world is ... beyond different from what I'm accustomed to, after all. [ Other possible descriptions: extremely backwards, not fitting with his preferences, border-lining the insane and impossible-- but putting that aside. ]

How about you?

B. Phone!

[mathisradical]

[ There's... a slight pause here before Niou decides to comment on this. In his usual jack-assed way, of course. ]

You lookin' for some discipline, baby? All y'gotta do is ask.

[polysyllogism]

Niou-kun, behave. You're on open ears.

[mathisradical]

[ That earns him a long sigh. ]

When have you ever known me to behave? [ He does anyway, though. ] So? What're you plannin'?

[polysyllogism]

The creation of a disciplinary committee. Assuming, we don't already have one. [ Consistency. The breath of Yagyuu Hiroshi's life. ]