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

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

Tch. Pain in the ass, isn't it?

[He means a few things by that.]

[onikui-haruka.livejournal.com]

Which part?

[You're going to have to be more specific, Shinjiro. He could give you a short list of answers to that question.]

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

[He'd probably agree with a few at least.]

Just this time of year... and the damned communicators.

[onikui-haruka.livejournal.com]

Then yes.