A sticky situation (that has nothing to do with syrup).

[maple_syrup_can]

Who: Canada, America, Holmes, Guilmon, (Sanzo, Sora)
maple_syrup_can standtallbroken yes_mother_hen derphazard (trigger_hpymonk iseveryone)
What: Gathering of the roommates. Canada hopes that he can get along with everyone, but if wishes were wings...
When: November 14, early evening
Where: Room 3-8
Warnings: Maybe nothing, or maybe language?

[I read that Sanzo and Sora muns are on hiatus, but perhaps we'll catch them later

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[yes_mother_hen]

There's silence, as no one answers for a while-- but a few moments later, there's the sound of languid footsteps and the door opens, revealing a rather haggard-looking man on the other side. It's clear that he hasn't been out of the room all day, and he has his violin tucked under one arm. But even with the minimally-groomed exterior, Holmes' eyes are sharp, flitting up and down the newcomer quickly and efficiently.

"Ah. You are... Canada, I take it? Welcome to 3-8."

[maple_syrup_can]

Canada blinks at how unkept Sherlock Holmes looks - it's even more noticeable in person. The stuffy scent of tobacco wafts out of the room (as he had been warned). The man's sharp eyes make him a touch nervous, but he's overwhelmed with relief when he gets Canada's name right on the first go.

"Yes! Thank you!" Canada smiles brightly in return. "A pleasure to meet you in person, Sherlock." He shifts Kumajirou to one arm to hold out his hand for a handshake.

[yes_mother_hen]

Holmes isn't one for forgetting people or names, unless they prove to be of no interest to him-- even then, he has a faint recollection of at least their faces. He reaches out and takes Canada's hand, shaking it firmly, scrutinizing him still as he lets go.

"The pleasure is mine, I assure you."

And he glances with interest at Kumajirou, as he starts speaking again:

"Trepidation regarding the handshake suggests that you are nervous about making new acquaintances, possibly because you have low expectations of becoming close with others? In any case, you seem like a quiet, agreeable fellow. And your friend?"

[maple_syrup_can]

"!"

Being so unused to people even noticing him, Canada is astonished to have someone so accurately peg his character. Out loud, no less. He blinks blankly at Sherlock's question for an instant then returns to smiling gently as he introduces the bear in his arms.

"Sorry, yes. This is Kumachino."

The bear looks directly at Sherlock and says softly, "Kumajirou."

Canada seems to take no notice and continues, "I'm afraid that we are seldom apart, but I hope he'll be of no trouble to you."

[ooc: And sorry, mun-mistake back here. Canada should always use a random, incorrect name for Kumajirou. u.u
Someone as detail-oriented as Holmes is bound to notice, so I figured I ought to mention it. ^^]

[standtallbroken]

America finally found the right floor he was supposed to be on, and started heading down the room corridor. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going-- his injury was starting to hurt again-- and he absolutely crashed into Canada in front of the door.

"Owowowowowowowowowow--!!"

[maple_syrup_can]

Canada went sprawling as something ran into him, Kumajirou landing heavily (but safely) on his stomach.

"Ohffff--" The breath effectively knocked out of him, he took a couple breaths before shifting to see what he'd collied with.

Seeing the all-too-familiar face of his brother, Canada groaned softly.

"Really. I've told you before - you're too hasty..."

[standtallbroken]

All-too familiar face, which is currently wincing in pain. "Huh?"

Eventually America manages to actually look at what he crashed into, and he smiled an easy smile. "Oh, heya, Mattie! Didn' see ya there."

[maple_syrup_can]

Canada muttered softly to himself as he got up. "You'd think that out of everyone, at least you would be able to recognize me properly." But then, their relationship had kinda always been like that.

Returning his smile a bit uneasily Canada stepped forward to put his hands gently on America's shoulders.

"I am glad to see you. Especially after the time you've just had. I'd like to at least make you dinner for your birthday or something..." But he had next to no money. Maybe their roommates would allow him to cook something with their ingredients?

Backtags FTW!

[derphazard]

After an eventful day reuniting and exploring the Thor with Takato, Juri, and Ruki, Guilmon was now in his room for the night. He was surprised at how big the room was, to be able to hold four people! It was much bigger than the little stone room he had to stay in when he was hiding in the park back home. And it was big enough without him having to dig more room! And there was a bed for him and whoever else would stay in here, which was another added luxury. It was like Takato's room, but bigger!

His ears twitched at the knock on the door, causing Guilmon to turn curiously. Oh, who could that be? Was that someone who would be coming to stay with him?? He walked over to the door, fiddling with it with his paws before opening the door. The face wasn't one he recognized, but he seemed friendly.

"Hello!" Guilmon said, smiling widely.

[Win~!]

[maple_syrup_can]

Canada perked up when he heard the doorknob being fiddled with from the inside. When the door opened, he felt his face freeze in the smile he'd been wearing.

A dinosaur had answered the door, and it had said 'hello'.

"Umm. Hello." He looked down at the dinosaur, probably just over a meter tall. (At least he was looking down at it. Would have been scarier if not.)
Trying to get over his shock, Canada tentatively continued, "I'm Canada. Your new roommate?"

Re: [:D]

[derphazard]

"Roommate?"

Guilmon tilted his head curiously. He had heard that term before; Takato had mentioned it a few times. That was when someone was going to share the room, wasn't it?

"Are you going to be staying here?" He asked, sniffing at Canada curiously. He smelled like maple syrup... He continued to sniff, standing almost fully upright; this put him at nearly Canada's own height.

[maple_syrup_can]

[...Which made Canada considerably more nervous.]

"Yes, if that's all right with you." His soft voice getting even softer, he stood completely still as the dinosaur continued sniffing at him. As he smiled he could only think: Good-first-impression-good-first-impression-good-first-impression--

Kumajirou, in the meantime, tiled his head curiously at the dinosaur. "Who?"

"I'm Canada, your owner, you know?" Canada automatically replied.