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[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Animals shed for a number of reasons, changes in season for example but the time isn't quite right for it and the clumps far too large for a simple seasonal shed. In this case it's not an animal, but telling that from the trail of browny-orange and white fur clumps is a bit more difficult. Eventually the various trails ends at a door.

Through the door (presumably bracing nostrils for the smell of bad, cheap motel) the trail ends at a tail sticking out from under the bed looking quite uneven but still not missing enough to notice without close inspection. He hasn't gone bald yet, no matter how much the trails look like he should be.]

((ooc: Mostly for shootingdown and probably urrose_ihasit since he's been a bad kittypet but open to anyone.))

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[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ The door to Even's room was immediately broken down by a kick to the knob. Who destroyed it? That woman with the graying hair and eyepatch, of course, and it looked like she had an old, black bag with floral patterns bag that belonged to Mary Poppins.

That's probably because it does belong to one, but we need not mention which one. It was handy, no pun intended. She pulled off a bird whistle, as if calling Even out of his hole like a dog. ]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[When his tail twitches and a leg briefly kicks out from under the bed, it seems like he reacted but then it's followed by a rather loud snore and both limbs being pulled under the bed.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ There's no mercy today, because really, now it's stuck in her memories. She raised her hand and then flicked her wrist upwards, along with a snap of her fingers. The bed rose up by the manipulation of the gravitational field, although she left the pet alone unless he decided to try something else. ]

Wake up, Kitty. I have presents for you.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Well, it's rather hard to 'try' anything when he sleeps like the dead... unless she counts morning wood, which is beyond his control and pretty hard to notice when he's sleeping curled in a tight ball.
Though, there is one thing to definitely notice, this seems to be the location where he's been stashing the various and numerous things he's been stealing from Ienzo.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ She lets out a sigh, rolling her only eye after witnessing his little stash. Such a bad fox, but everyone had their hobbies. Xigbar wasn't here to judge, though. She was here to hand out punishment, and maybe complain about the shedding after. It was his room, but as long as it doesn't go in hers.

Now, since he won't wake up she thought of another way to do it, and it wasn't kind. The sniper grabbed a fistful of that hair, and then pulled his head up. Shake, shake. ]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[At first it just makes him uncurl, revealing the state of things (either a very 'good' dream or general result of sleep blood flow) and his sleeping companion (a blue stuffed dog) which isn't being let go of any time soon.]

-snort- wha... [sure his eyes are open sort of, but he's really not that awake.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

You've been a bad pet, but you know that, right?

[ She lets go of the bag, letting it drop down on the ground. It made a bell-like sound, because clearly there was something inside she planned to use. In a moment, because she's still a chatty one after all -- ]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

wh- no?

[This reaction only partially being to do with half-asleepness /Doesn't remember it at all.
...come to think of it, he's probably also missing a entire day or two worth of memories too.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Wrong answer!

[ She doesn't say it like she's mad. She says it like a host to a game show. She pulled him in mid-air like taffy, except he would be floating as if he were in space. It just gave her enough room to send a fist between his legs.

He deserved it, right? Or is it justifiable by memory loss, obliviousness or feigned forgetfulness? ]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Even gives a sound approximately between a curse and a yelp. With his whole body trying to curl in reaction after the initial jerk, he bites down on one of his hands before he says anything.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Since that's settled, let's get that gift of yours. [ She leaves Even floating like a chip in space, opening that bag and sticking her whole arm in because the hammerspace of it is that big. ]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Since he got most of the noise mumbled via his hand he'll try to take a moment to actually figure out what's going on.]
What... the fuck?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Oh look what she pulled out, a chastity belt (http://www.chastitybeltformen.com/cb6000.html)! There was the typical yellow smiley at the 'head' -- ]

Come here, Kitty.

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[Some day he should really do Even the favor of cleaning this place, he thinks. For now, however, he'll simply ignore the smell of the place, as he steps out of a portal into the room.

He taps on the frame of the bed with the point of one of his spears by way of announcing his presence.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Check it out, you can set off a bomb in here right now and he probably wouldn't notice.]

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[How cute. Still, he wants Even awake, and since that tail's still peeking out, he starts putting pressure on it with the flat of his spear.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[At first the tail just wriggles, trying to get out and continue the unconscious twitch. There's not much reaction from the rest of him until the pressure gets painful where he either kicks out at the spear or stretches (possibly a combination of both.) After a bit of groaning and yawning he'll eventually poke his head out, squinting.]

What? [/distinctly not a morning person nor a particularly awake person.]

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[Once he's awake, Xaldin lets the spear vanish again.]

You've left pieces behind.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

What?
[Yeah, most of his responses will be like this- apart from not remembering a damn thing, he hasn't had any caffeine or adequate hours of sleep to let his brain wake up properly.]

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

Haven't been outside your door yet this morning?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

Not since t- ah, you mean the f-yawn-ur?

...Could you maybe give me five minutes?

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

What else would I have meant?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[shrug]
There might have been blood or bits of flesh I didn't or couldn't remember.

[Since there's been no objection he's just going to try to take that five minutes he asked for- disappearing under the bed again.]

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

None that I saw.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[BRB- furiously fapping five minutes assuming he's not interrupted...]