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 Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:01 pm
Today had been a good day, so far. He still saw the odd shapes on the water every now and then, but he had learned to not pay as much attention to them - and the boy stepped inside Boyan's house, with an old messenger back - courtesy of a previous excursion to the junkyard, as it had washed out nicely - and projected inward.
Was anyone home ?
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:06 pm
The house is strangely NOT empty; though there is no one in the living room or the kitchen, and though there is no Boyan or Tsubame to greet him, there is SOME sort of noise coming from the hall. Music, of a sort? (It's too chaotic, too heavy on the bass and rhythm to be any sort of music from the Porcelain empire) The giggling and chatter of girls?
"OHmygod!" A voice calls from behind a closed door. "So then this... ...And then I was like... And then could you BELIEVE he..." Her voice fades in and out.
"NO. WAY." Another voice. "I would've... And then...!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:11 pm
....Just what is that sound ? eek
Rou is... not quite sure he likes this.... music ? Ah, but he would not want to disturb the girls, so he simply starts walking down toward his room, or sort - though he rarely slept in it or stayed there long, as he rather prefered the treehouse. But still, it was where most of his things, like clothes and whatnot, were, to protect them from rain and maybe falling from the uneven floor.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:17 pm
Suddenly, the room grows quiet as the inhabitants within, like sharks on the scent of blood, gravitate toward the door. Creak. Creak. Creak. Three ears press against the wood.
Hushed whispers.
And then a creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak as the door opens and three distinctly different eyes peer out. One bright green. One deep green. And one violet.
Then the giggles begin anew.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:20 pm
Rou does not seem to have taken any particular notice beyond the fact that the odd music had seemed to stop, turning to enter the room to lay the bag onto the bed there.
Unlike the other inhabitants of the house, he did not yet know better.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:26 pm
Slowly, the door opens entirely, revealing three girls, dressed drastically differently, with stones seemingly embedded in their chests. And all three are staring directly across the hall at Rou, their eyes seeming to glint like cats presented with a large mouse.
"He's in your room, Zhen," says the girl with multicolored hair.
"IS that a he?" asks the elegantly dressed girl.
"I think he is..." answers the third, twirling a lock of blond hair around her pinky as her face flushes a deep pink. "He's... REALLY cute."
All three burst into giggles.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:29 pm
He sets the bag in one corner, taking a moment to straighten his robes before stepping back to head outside...
... only to end up face to face with three jumi girls.
...Well, hello ! eek
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:33 pm
That's when they strike.
One grabs him by the collar, tugging him forward roughly as another closes the door behind them. And the blushing girl, still giggling, dives for a hairbrush.
All this without asking his name.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:36 pm
...This was NOT what Rou had been expecting ! eek Ultimately, he is much too surprised by the sudden happenings to put up much in term of resistance, and he finds himself eying the one with the hairbrush.
...Is there twigs and leaves in his hair ? Again ? The ladies could have simply said so.... sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:44 pm
Seemingly deaf to his projections (Or simply ignoring them), they sit him down on the edge of the room's bed and immediately begin to fuss over him, cooing over his hair, peering at his eyes, tsk-tsking at the state of his clothes...
"What's your name?" The girl with the brush asks shyly, seemingly enthralled by his hair.
"Harmony's got a crush!" Crows the girl with multicolored hair (Who, incidentally, was the one to do most of the manhandling)
"SSSH," scolds the third.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:46 pm
His name is Rou, he answers politely. And the ladies would be... ?
....And why is everyone staring at him ? redface
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:49 pm
"Do you talk?" The one apparently named Harmony peers more intently at him as she asks. "Zhen, Zhen. Do you think he has a pretty voice?"
"I bet he sounds like a girl..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:53 pm
"Rou talks.... a little." His voice, while not as girly-sounding as Zhen would have expected, is quite fitting for a boy his age - it has not quite deepened yet. His words do have a slight accent to him, hesitating on some sylables that he is not quite sure of.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:59 pm
"Oh, isn't he DARLING?" Zhen could just PINCH HIS CHEEKS, though she refrains for the time being.
"Arc speaks in the third person!"
"Arc, don't make fun of him!" Harmony speaks now, gripping one of Rou's shoulders protectively. "He's trying!"
Arc frowns. "Oh come on; you let me poke fun at GRANDPA, but--"
"That's different, and you know it," Zhen scolds. "Now now, Rou, are those your things in my room?" At this, her words take a syrupy sweet tone; a chemical sweet; overly so, and definitely fake.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:03 pm
"Ahhh..." Clearly, this was.... well... unusual ? "Master Boyan said Rou should put things there..." He does seem rather embarrassed now. "Had no idea... Will take them out ?" He offers. He did, genuinely, have no idea that the room belonged to someone else.
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