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anemoi2011-11-01 12:16 pm
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second hop
[...he just had to be lured in by the plaque, didn't he? As if getting hit by a train but not being hurt at all was strange enough. Now he was wearing a girl's uniform, which is humiliating enough without the fact that he can't get it off.
Did I mention he can't get it off?
So now he's stalking down the path to the Ermis Suites and down the corridors to lock himself in his room for the duration of the night. Unfortunately there's the problem of being seen in said girl's uniform while he's doing so, though he does try to hide his (rather pink) face with his curls. If anyone decides to try to approach, they may hear him muttering the following.]
Please let this be over soon...
[As for any intrepid trick-or-treaters coming by his room for candies once he gets there, sorry, he's not coming to the door. Go get it from someone else, he's wallowing in his misery here. You could try to break down the doors, though all you'll see if you do so is a very unhappy Barnaby in a girl's uniform, and no candy in sight.]
Please get out of my room. I don't have any candy and I'm not going to let you make a mess of my room because of it, either.
[Someone's not in the Halloween spirit. Ironic, considering he was born on the holiday, though he doesn't remember that quite yet.]
Did I mention he can't get it off?
So now he's stalking down the path to the Ermis Suites and down the corridors to lock himself in his room for the duration of the night. Unfortunately there's the problem of being seen in said girl's uniform while he's doing so, though he does try to hide his (rather pink) face with his curls. If anyone decides to try to approach, they may hear him muttering the following.]
Please let this be over soon...
[As for any intrepid trick-or-treaters coming by his room for candies once he gets there, sorry, he's not coming to the door. Go get it from someone else, he's wallowing in his misery here. You could try to break down the doors, though all you'll see if you do so is a very unhappy Barnaby in a girl's uniform, and no candy in sight.]
Please get out of my room. I don't have any candy and I'm not going to let you make a mess of my room because of it, either.
[Someone's not in the Halloween spirit. Ironic, considering he was born on the holiday, though he doesn't remember that quite yet.]

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So naturally, guess who you've just run into.*
...This is way more about you than I needed to know, Lil' Bunny.
*Pfffffffffft.*
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...welp. Trying to pick up the shattered pieces of his dignity is hard work, but someone's got to do it.]
I'm not in this uniform because I chose to wear it, old man.
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*Yeah, he's taking this one for all its worth. Baaahahahahahaha.*
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I'm serious. I wasn't even going to celebrate Halloween, anyway.
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[...huh. He doesn't really know why.]
...I don't know. But I'd rather not.
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...okay, granted going out like THAT is probably awkward, but hey, if you keep a sense of humor about it anything works!
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[Not even going to answer the question.]
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Good evening. We seem to be in a similar situation. [Is this better or worse than being a raven? He can't decide.] I was going to make myself a pot of tea. Would you care for some?
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Yes, thank you. [Would've been nice if it was rose wine, though.]
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I hope that when the day is over, these odd effects will fade as well. I've never before encountered clothing that can't be removed. I'm quite sure these things don't happen where I'm from.
[Yuri has nothing against wine in general, but he drinks alcohol rarely, and tea is his go-to comfort drink.]
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[Brushing down the skirt, because at the very least he can...try not to accidentally flash anyone.]
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So I wouldn't worry too much, Mr. Brooks. [His usage of the name is automatic, and he doesn't think about it, his memory regain from his bird adventure starting to slowly take effect.]
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[And then the name sinks in. Mr. Brooks? He raises an eyebrow at the name.]
Mr. Brooks?
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[The memory of the name having returned without context, more or less as it had with Kotetsu's name, for a moment, Yuri isn't exactly sure where or when the memory is from. He's only sure of one thing:]
Barnaby Brooks, Jr.--that is your name, isn't it? [He frowns, thoughtfully, only then realizing that the man had not introduced himself that way.]
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Why me? Why is it always me?
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...it could be over soon.
[...oh who is he kidding?]
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[He'd rather not have to stay in his room for a week.]
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Wow, green's not my color, but, hahaha, it looks like I got pretty lucky.
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[This is embarrassing. He wants nothing more to do than go back to his room and lock the door.]