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[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Who: Kirk + Watanuki + anyone
Where: In the caves, returning to the dorms
When: Day 113, evening.
What: Dehiatus!

[There's a pair of Blanks stumbling back in the direction of the dorms, looking rather worse for wear (and possibly smelling of lava).]

Hell, what was that supposed to be?

D-does it look like I know!?

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[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

[Turns away for a second before looking up and coming right the hell over to take your arm. :|]

We're going home.

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

[reaching for his other arm]

Mitsuru's right, you shouldn't have gone alone.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[lets them, looking a little woozy]

I was pissed. Beyond pissed.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

Not an excuse.

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

You didn't even tell anyone where you'd gone.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

I wasn't gonna be gone long. Just a minute or two to ask 'im.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

And that went according to plan.

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

Let's just get home. You should rest.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[nods a little]

How long's it been?

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

Two and a half days, roughly. Two days, nine hours since I last saw you.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

...should I go ahead and start cooking something?

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Do we have have enough food for that?

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

That doesn't matter. You need to eat.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

I'm --

[stumbles a bit]

-- fine. Ow.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

You can't even walk.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

... okay, so maybe I'm a little tired.

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

You should get right to bed after dinner.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[nods]

Can't argue too hard with bed and dinner.

[... glancing over at Mitsu's hand, and looking a little confused]

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

Then I'll go see about dinner.

[And true enough, he's letting go of Kirk's arm to walk ahead. :|b]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[stares]

Your hand.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

[...follows his gaze and deliberately fights down the impulse to tuck the fingers out of view.]

Mm. It was a present from the judge.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Who? The one who kidnapped you?

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

She's a pleasant one.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Son of a bitch.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

"Haunted." Watch your mouth around her if she runs another game. She likes us to mind our manners.