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[fuckingdevilbat]

WHO: Hiruma Youichi, Musashi, Claire Bennet
WHAT: MORE AWKWARD TIEMS. Curse edition.
WHERE: House #7
WHEN: Today~

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[oldman_devilbat]

Musashi had to leave the house at some point. He couldn't stay cooped up in there forever, no matter what sort of weird fungi might currently be growing on his chest. Besides, this sort of thing had happened to people here before, right? So it wouldn't be all that strange to them...

Didn't mean it wasn't strange to him, though.

He sighed as he stepped out. He gave his shirt a resolute tug, trying to ignore the lumps that tugged back, and started towards the area that Hiruma had claimed for his large self. He smiled a little, despite himself, as he started towards the Devil Bat's quarterback. It was a fitting shape for him, really.

"Should take a few of the cards out of the deck," he said from a few paces away. "Might make it enough of a challenge."

Too high. His voice was definitely too high. He cleared it self consciously and hoped HIruma wouldn't comment.

[fuckingblondie]

Claire had been taking a nap inside on their bed-- the whole lizard thing was really taking it out on her; tired all the time, her whole diet messed up-- waking up only when she heard noises downstairs.

Somewhat groggy, she staggered downstairs, running a scaly lizard hand through her hair-- god, she hated this so much-- and had a bit of water before noticing that Musashi was gone from the house as well, looking out the backdoor to where they were talking, stepping outside to join the two of them.

"That bored?" she asked Hiruma, looking down at the cards before taking a seat beside Hiruma on the edge of his "nest," leaning her head against his shoulder. "I'm so tired. And so sick of this, you have no idea. How are you holding up, Musashi?" If she'd had a choice, Claire would have rather spent two weeks as a boy instead of a damn lizard.

[fuckingdevilbat]

Hiruma cackled at Musashi's voice. It was truly hilarious to hear a voice like that coming from him... her... whatever. His laugh was very odd, a sort of squeaky, chattery roar that encompassed all of the sound he could make at once. It also sounded a lot like his usual "Kekekeke." Of course, it was made twice as awful by the fact that his teeth were all roughly the size of a human finger.

Fitting shape indeed. It was probably what his very soul looked like given form. Hiruma picked up his blackboard from beside him and scribbled a message.

'That would make it impossible to win'

Erase.

'So no, I fucking won't do that.'

His ears perked when Claire spoke and he wrapped a wing around her.

'Yes, that bored. We should play poker.' With that particular sentence written, he grinned awfully, pupiless white eyes narrowed to evil slits.

[oldman_devilbat]

That laugh was really one of the most worrying things Musashi had ever heard. But of course no reaction showed, of course his (suddenly rather feminine) face gave no sign of the internal shudder.

Instead he took a seat on the edge of the makeshift nest as well, across from Hiruma and Claire. He pulled a knee to his chest, temporarily annoyed when he had to position it carefully to make it fit there comfortably.

"Still alive, I guess," was his report for Claire, and he stared at something out of sight just a few inches above the ground as he did. It was easier to watch that than what was actually in front of him. He glanced up only to check what was written on Hiruma's board, and made a face to see it.

"Poker?" he said out loud, half to confirm he'd read it correctly. It was pretty messy, after all. "Playing poker with you is a death sentence, bat or not." He knew better than to even try something like that.

[fuckingblondie]

It was as if Claire was just about deaf to the laugh by now. Well-- how disturbing it was. Whether in human form, or bat form. Ah well~

Stretching for a moment, she ran a lizard hand over her damned lizard face before leaning into Hiruma's arm-- er, wing-- and yawning, closely followed by a soft purr from her.

"Good to know. I didn't think being female was that bad, but, eh, I wouldn't really want to be a guy, either, I guess."

Still better than this. "I just hope it goes away soon."

Maybe it'd be gone in time for them to go swimming, and--

Wait. Poker? Claire almost snorted. "Do you take us for suicidal idiots?" she laughed. "We'd lose so badly you could drag our remains behind you when you'd be done."