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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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[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

No seriously... Like real magic?

[amazinghattrick.insanejournal.com]

A magician never reveals his secrets!

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

*...begins circling you*

Fuck that. How'd you do it?

[amazinghattrick.insanejournal.com]

Sorry, you'll have to figure that out on your own.

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

...Do it again!

*still circling, waaaaaaaatching*

[amazinghattrick.insanejournal.com]

...

[kind of smirks, and lifts a hand, showing it to be perfectly empty.






before it goes behind one of Wolf's ears and pulls back--a shiny pebble in-between his index and middle finger]

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

... *Jumps back, and then. ...spins around as though chasing his tail while he attempts to investigate behind his own ear*

F-Fuck! I can't be that dirty!!

[amazinghattrick.insanejournal.com]

[grins]

I don't know. There's quite a bit behind those ears of yours...

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

*stops*

No way!

[amazinghattrick.insanejournal.com]

No, really. I mean, look. What's this here?

[totally "pulling" a clod of dirt from Wolf's hair]

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

*pales a little*

W-what the fuck?? Kieran's gonna kill me!

[amazinghattrick.insanejournal.com]

You really need to bathe more often. I think I see dustbunnies breeding.

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

...dustbunnies?

[amazinghattrick.insanejournal.com]

Yeah, one of these.

["grabbing" something like dust and hair from the nape of Wolf's neck] See?

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

Ahh! Shit! ...those things breed?

[amazinghattrick.insanejournal.com]

When you don't bathe at least once every couple of days, they do.

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

Fuck you! Dammit! I don't like baths!

[amazinghattrick.insanejournal.com]

[siiiiiiiiiiiigh]

It's too bad. They like to burrow, you know.

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

*goes absolutely sheet-white, and suddenly his breathing is hitching and he drops to his knees*

No no no no nonononononononono....D-don't... Don't l-let them e-e-eat m-me a-agoin... I-I c-can't... No no nononononono...

*his tone is rapidly rising in pitch. It's clear that in another couple of seconds he'll be in hysterics*

[amazinghattrick.insanejournal.com]

[oh shi-- holding hands up]

Calm down. Nothing's eating you. Burrow. I mean, in your hair. Like living there. No eating involved.

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

*reaches out and grabs your leg, hiding his face against you thigh. He says something, but it's too muffled to make out. You can probably feel his trembling, though*

[amazinghattrick.insanejournal.com]

[.............. WHAT DO I EVEN DO?]

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

*just stay there. He'll calm himself down in a bit*

[amazinghattrick.insanejournal.com]

[Vulps aren't good at this touchy-feely stuff D8 I push myself whenever I try it with Pyxis!]

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

*finally relaxes enough so that he's just. Sitting and leaning against your leg, instead of having a breakdown*

Th-they... They won't really...?