I guess it's that time.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

[Oh hi, Dressing Room. There's another Hikari-Mori child stomping down the hallway in quite a huff. This one, however, is not dressed like a jailbait intergalactic streetwalker, but rather is all dolled up in a ball gown, complete with a long strand of pearls that he may or may not be planning to hang himself by, because this is the most embarrassing thing he can imagine happening. It doesn't help that his new Goth Disney Princess status has come with a devoted following of Forest Friends. Shredder, Apricot, and any other residents' animal companions will have an irresistible urge to follow Rikka around. He may even burst into song. Feel free to tell him how pretty he is.]

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[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Hi. I mean, meow.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*... is that a cat? oh, hi "Tibbles"*

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[everyone's going to be calling him that forever now, aren't they.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*yes because it is socute he fishes out a treat for you, since he came equipped for it, s-sigh*

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[sniff sniff OMNOMNOMNOM. He looks up at Rikka expectantly when he's finished.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*sigh, cats are so demanding*

... what do you want, Tybalt?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Attention. Pettings. More treats. He meows and rubs against Rikka's legs, or skirt, anyway.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he isn't really that used to cats, so he decides to lean down and pet Tibbles, but eventually just picks him up, since the waist of the dress is corseted and cutting off his air ways x___x*

... do you like that, kitty?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Tybalt's a pretty agreeable cat. He'll put up with being held for now- enjoy the fur on your nice dress]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*fuck this dress >:F if he were worried about that, then something would be very wrong -- he'll give you another treat if you don't scratch his eyeballs out; also, do mind that little bluebird that is sitting on his head*

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[the power of Disney compels him to ignore the fact that prey is right there]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he is happy for this ;; but when he stretches his arm out, bird seed magically appears in his hand, and three more birds, a cardinal and two thrushes land and tweet happily; Rikka just sighs and lets them eat; at least he isn't singing yet*

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[so now he's being held in one arm? this isn't the most comfortable position ever. Tybalt squirms a bit, wanting to be set back down.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he crouches a little to drop him down, happy to have his arms free again as the birds fly away*

... be glad this place hasn't dressed you up as anything more than Akane's favorite toy, Tybalt.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Tybalt sits down and starts washing his face, purring softly. He agrees.]

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

[Did someone say Shredder. Have a dinosaur, Rikka.]

[hallowedshore]

The fuck is with you guys?

[That was not, in fact, directed at Rikka. That would be Aden down the hall, trying to calm the critters fluttering erratically in his coat. There are any number of small animals and insects hanging out in there, and they, at least, have noticed Rikka. Aden's a little distracted, maybe because he's shaking moths and other, slimier things out of his pockets.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*oh god*

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*... well the purring's kind of cute, and he continues petting you*

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*what smells like rot?*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[brb bursting into laughter over here]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

I DON'T KNOW HOW. I DON'T KNOW WHY. BUT THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT. DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH AT ME YOU HARLOT.

[hallowedshore]

[idk about you, but this guy smells like pumpkins. At least, on the surface. But now that he's spilling some fat little grubs from his sleeve, he's shrugging off his coat to let everything just drop out. They will probably make a beeline for Rikka. A slow beeline, because they're maggots and worms and things like that, but the winged things should be faster-- what is that. Is that furry tentacle.]

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

...This place sure pulls some weird stuff doesn't it? [He's staring at all those animals. Jeez. What are you, Snow White?] But on the bright side at least the dress is pretty? [His ridiculous optimism is probably not very helpful at all.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*his ~*princess nose*~ detects your disgusting boy smells that would normally attract him not bother him, though he assumes it's from this... parade of unDisneylike creatures crawling towards him -- he's holding his skirt up to reveal four inch black booties and (attempting) walking faster, hoping they will leave him alone*

God damnit!