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[RL - Amagi Inn labor.]

Jun 17, 2009 15:54

There had been a reason he'd picked this task first, and it wasn't only because he knew Amagi probably wouldn't kill him. It was easy. He didn't know how to sneak around places and steal things, but he'd heard enough about messing up other people's homes, and cleaned enough graffiti off of the school walls, that he was sure he could mess up an ( Read more... )

+rl, amagi yukiko

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priestessbound June 17 2009, 20:47:12 UTC

It wasn't actually a sound theory that showing up outside the hotel at night meant no one would be awake. The Amagi Inn might have been a rather fancy hotel/hot spring but it was still a hotel, and if there were open rooms available, then someone was awake night or day incase a walk-in showed up ( ... )

stripping June 17 2009, 20:52:19 UTC

The shouting startled Issei into dropping the can of paint and swiveling towards the noise. Someone was awake?! ...Amagi was awake?!

As soon as he regained his bearings, he realized that Yukiko didn't look very happy to see him, and started running away from her as fast as he could. "I'm sorry! I'm really very sorry!"

Why did it have to be the only person there he knew that caught him...?

priestessbound June 17 2009, 20:58:13 UTC

It was really hearing the paint can hitting the ground that drove it home for Yukiko...and she probably would've barreled straight into him in a rage if not for the fact that he decided to start running.

She had to admit, it wasn't a bad idea for him to run. Because she was going to KILL him.

"Hey!" Slap slap slap went her bare feet against the ground, completely oblivious to the pain that running like this on feet not used to it caused. Poor thing was going to be all sorts of bleeding when she finally stopped to notice. "STOP RUNNING THIS SECOND, ISSEI!" She screamed after him.

stripping June 17 2009, 21:02:37 UTC

"I-I'd really rather not stop running, thank you!" Issei squeaked, still going as fast as his feet could carry him. He'd had a lot of practice running away from girls, but this was the first time he'd really been sure that they were going to kill him if he didn't outrun them.

"A-all of that paint should wash off easily, I checked, so please don't kill me!" he called back to her. "I'm sorry!"

Please don't trip. Please don't trip. Don't trip or you'll die, he told himself.

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