who are you gonna kiss?

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ Some doors aren't meant to be opened, right? You'd think after all that happened, people in the Dressing Room would understand that. But as that door at the very end of the hall is opened, a flurry of what look like glowing triangles fly out. They aren't looking for anyone in particular--just two people, near each other.

And like glowing shackles, they grab hold of wrists and bind them together. The more the two opposing people try to break free, the faster it holds. This kind of energy isn't about to fade with time, either. Looks like something drastic will have to be pulled to release everyone from their bonds. And if they don't do it soon, well... sparks start flying off of those energy bonds. Doesn't look like they're patient, do they? ]

[ooc | They'll only go away once the two (or three, since they are triangles >:} keke) people do something together, as a team. They also seem to have this bad habit of replaying either very bad or very good memories. :> Go crazy!]

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enablers.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Hi. This is Even, walking by with a book and a stack of papers.]

bD

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

[ BACK SMACK HELLO. ] Evan.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[SUDDEN DISCOMFORT.]

What--what just happened?

[Looks. At. Wrist. Frown.]

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

[ Looks at his wrist. 'Oh' -- ] Okay, I didn't see that coming.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Attempts to pull his wrist away a few times, fails.]

Haven't I seen you enough, lately?

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

Would you rather have one of them Heartless folks? I hear they're really nice.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[frowns even more.]

They don't talk half as much, do they?

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

I hear one of them's a cannibal!

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[dot dot dot.]

Oh.

Well, I can tolerate you if I must.

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[But can you tolerate two Braigs? Or rather a Braig and a not!Braig, because one just dropped down from the ceiling.]

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

[ Heeey, he knows this Xigbar -- ]

Infact, here's one of 'em now. I like this one.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[What.]

I- why are there- [...] At least neither of you are female. [because that was just an odd experience.]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

Why are there two of us? Why not?

[And he's waving at Braig.]

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

[ Waves back with the cuffed hand. ] Exactly. The more the merrier, right?

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Just. Stands. There.]

...No comment.

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sure~ you can warm up to us, right?

[Don't look now Even, but that's your uncuffed hand getting 'cuffed to one of Xigbar's :)]

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

He's already warmed up to me. Your turn.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

I hardly think the present situation--

[--oh, god. Oh god, no. His expression is half horrified and half irritated beyond belief. His poor wrists.

He raises an eyebrow at Braig.]

Where did you get that idea?

[he bitches because he's a bitch.]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

Don't look me, but I think I'll trust him if it's okay by you.

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

Who better than to trust yourself? [ Griiiiiin. ]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Do you two see this face? He is making it.

--Gods, he can't even rub his temples irritably because both of his hands are cuffed.]

This is ridiculous. We ought to be getting out of this, not exchanging witty banter.

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[Well. He could if he wanted to bring their hands with his. But that might not be the wisest plan.]

Oh, feel free to suggest something.

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

Do you happen to know a few ways then, Evan? I doubt the key'll materialize right infront of us.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Even considers. The last time he encountered a pair of handcuffs that refused to free its prisoner, the solution was--

Not something he is prepared to do with the present company. He frowns.]

Nothing of particularly great significance.

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

Guess you're stuck with us, then.