五十七 (Text/Voice Post, Japanese)

[onikui_tengu]

[BZZZZAP! Haruka lets out a grunt in pain as the communicator shocks him through his jacket pocket.]

Tch. [It soon goes up, and then down. Right on the ground with an audible clatter. He's been busy, and can do without the interfering spark.]

This is getting old. I guess trying to take this thing apart wouldn't be much of an option either, would it?

[...] I'm running errands for Kantarou, since he feels safer holing himself up in our room with the mistletoe around. Don't ask me why... though I can probably take a wild guess.

Moa-san, I'll be stopping by the inventory soon to pick up a few things. Watch your head.

[[ooc Haruka will be wandering through the high school from his room, and stopping by the Northern Lights for work in case you wanted to get your mistletoe action on.]]

Comments

[kan_chyan]

Still their concern, because then we can get mad.

[onikui-haruka.livejournal.com]

.....

[kan_chyan]

What?

[onikui-haruka.livejournal.com]

Your line of thinking gives me a headache.

[kan_chyan]

But it's true, it would be their fault not to figure out how to make it taste okay.

[onikui-haruka.livejournal.com]

What if they were trying to learn a new recipe?

[kan_chyan]

They should learn it before giving it to us.

[onikui-haruka.livejournal.com]

You're hard to please.

[kan_chyan]

I just like quality, nothing more, nothing less.