The laundry? Oh. I must have forgotten to take it out of the pocket.
[An idle reply. Yakkity Sax intensifies as the hapless shiki trips over the leg of a desk, dashes over the bed, and extends its noodly arms after Ro as he hops around the (still rather small) suite in a mad dash to escape.]
[In the meantime, Matoba calmly makes his way up the (still haunted) back stairwells, dispelling the poor lonely ghost with the effortless flick of a spell. Goodbye, poor ghost... Someday your prince(ss) will come, and so will you.]
[No promises, for the man clutching the box of illicit treats in his arms when the shiki turns the door handle and Matoba SLAMS inside, crushing the poor thing against the wall. There's no time to worry for his shiki, because he's set his beady eye on the bastard gripping his cakes.]
Now, now, Rokurou-san. There's no need for things to get messy. [He smiles unpleasantly.] Put them down.
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[An idle reply. Yakkity Sax intensifies as the hapless shiki trips over the leg of a desk, dashes over the bed, and extends its noodly arms after Ro as he hops around the (still rather small) suite in a mad dash to escape.]
[In the meantime, Matoba calmly makes his way up the (still haunted) back stairwells, dispelling the poor lonely ghost with the effortless flick of a spell. Goodbye, poor ghost... Someday your prince(ss) will come, and so will you.]
[No promises, for the man clutching the box of illicit treats in his arms when the shiki turns the door handle and Matoba SLAMS inside, crushing the poor thing against the wall. There's no time to worry for his shiki, because he's set his beady eye on the bastard gripping his cakes.]
Now, now, Rokurou-san. There's no need for things to get messy. [He smiles unpleasantly.] Put them down.