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[imaginemeandyuu]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 17, late evening
Where: Hallway
What: SULKING SILENTLY.

[So, the Kandas and Almas have been instructed not to talk for twelve straight hours.

By this time they are having a mighty sulk in the hallway, possibly due to the nonverbal whining noises that Alma is making as he reaches for the notebook that the three of them have to share between them]

Comments

[outofthemud]

[Mostly because they stole it from Henrietta's chest. They can return it later.

Leans over to see what he's planning to write (and having half a mind to plant a hand over his mouth to stop the whining).]

[imaginemeandyuu]

[Attempts to write, in slow, childish letters]

This sucks


[because you weren't already aware of it or anything]

[hallucinogenetic]

[not like I really want to talk to you at this point]

[imaginemeandyuu]

[WHINES AT]

[hallucinogenetic]

[DEATH GLARE]

[outofthemud]

[... Gives him a look. No shit.]

[imaginemeandyuu]

[Gestures for pencil again]

[imaginemeandyuu]

[REACHES FOR PENCIL]

[hallucinogenetic]

. . .

[outofthemud]

[Tosses it at his head.]

[imaginemeandyuu]

[scrambles after it]


[underlines his note]

[imaginemeandyuu]

["Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."]

[forms each "u" carefully. Curl and tail, curl and tail.]

[outofthemud]

[On the bright side the day can be marginally more quiet with Alma being roped into this.

Until they run into Lavi, that is.]

[outofthemud]

[Snatches the notebook and pencil back.]

What do you want me to do about it? [Have neat, surprisingly refined handwriting. Comes from all the reports he has to write.]

[imaginemeandyuu]

[Shrugs ... and catches at Kanda's sleeve]

[outofthemud]

[Expectant look. What is it now?]

[imaginemeandyuu]

[...TUG TUG]

[outofthemud]

What? [And pushes his head so he can read what he just wrote.]

[imaginemeandyuu]

[writes:

I dont know]

[outofthemud]

[Snatches the pencil back.

Then sit still and be quiet.]

[imaginemeandyuu]

[sits still. For. Like. Thirty seconds.]

[Then lets out a sigh]

[outofthemud]

[Twitch.

Maybe he should just leave you here to suffer on your own.]

[imaginemeandyuu]

[heavier sigh, staring up at the corridor ceiling]

[outofthemud]

[Crosses his legs and positions himself to meditate.]

[imaginemeandyuu]

[is much worse than being in the middle of mania while not being allowed to speak? Starts scraping his tail tip against floor tiles to experiment with how it sounds]