More bedninjaing

[hinooo]

[You know the drill. XD]

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[beetbuster]

[wakes up, find himself pinned under said arms and legs]

Hmmmm.

[tries to twist free, but instead finds his face buried in Ryuuji's armpit]

Um. Good morning, Ryuuji?

[blue_pleather]

[stirs and sits up slowly]

[looks down]

[SCREAMS. Tries to get out of bed, but that's harder when he's tangled up with someone else]

[beetbuster]

Ow ow ow please be a bit gentler with your frantic thrashing ow ow ow.

[blue_pleather]

What?!

[combination dive/roll out of the bed, from which he rises into a crouching position, ready to strike. Looks again at his assailant]

...

Sempai?

[beetbuster]

[eep!]

[covers head]

... Yes, it's me! So no more trying to kill and/or crush me, right?!

[blue_pleather]

How can you be here? Why are you in bed with me?

[glances around the room; apparently this is your bed]

[beetbuster]

[about to protest, but then notices that Ryuuji's gaze falls upon the ~gold silk sheets~]

I think the real question is how you got here-- or how you knew I was in town at all!

[blue_pleather]

[nose wrinkles. You were always flashy, but the extravagant sheets make him feel uncomfortable]

I thought you were stuck in the subspace. Everybody did. I went to bed in my own room and then when I woke up I was - here. I had no idea you were alive.

lol this should be interesting until next week

[beetbuster]

[eyes darken... but then he flips his hair!]

If it weren't for Stag, I'd probably be dead, yeah.

[blinks] Maybe that rabbit Youko's mom was working on trolled you by carting you here? I remember he was kind of a jerk.

I can't wait to see them interact XD?

[blue_pleather]

[it's you all right]

But how would Usada get me all this way? And how could he know you were here?

... Stag?

I cannot wait for that, sob

[beetbuster]

[crawls to 'your' side of the bed to get a better look at you]

That rabbit is crafty! He probably seduced Nick to drive you here! Or stuffed you in a shopping cart, or something.

Oh, Stag is my-- [ohcrap, only Kuroki is supposed to know he's here right now]

My. My life partner? From... another country.

[blue_pleather]

... Your life partner. From another country. Who you met in the subspace and he saved your life.

[corners of his mouth are twitching very slightly]

[beetbuster]

... Y-Yes?

Also, he doesn't have an email or a phone number so don't try to Google him or anything and he's shy so I can never introduce you two, but trust me, he's real!

[blue_pleather]

... I don't think I'm going to get far with just the name "Stag."

[trying so hard not to laugh because Masato is his senior and it's disrespectful to make fun of him - but rapidly losing the battle. Ryuuji does not believe you.]

[beetbuster]

... Burt Stag? [creative Masato is creative]

[only too aware that this isn't going well, but too stubborn to not keep trying]

[blue_pleather]

Bat ... Stag?

[no good. Bursts into a fit of giggles, awkwardly covering his mouth with his hands, but it doesn't help] Sorry! I'm sorry ...

[beetbuster]

[As nice as it is to hear Ryuuji laugh again...]

Don't laugh. [pout]

[If he keeps this up, he may have to handle this like when he and Ryuuji were ~schoolboys~]

[blue_pleather]

[oh noes anything but that!]

I'm trying! [tee hee hee hee]

[beetbuster]

[yes, it is the worst punishment, just watch :(]

Ryuuji!

[ugh, fine]

[crouches]

[pounces!]

[blue_pleather]

[falls over!]

[ear-piercing shriek]

Stop it!

[beetbuster]

[lol I wonder what Gorisaki is thinking about this exchange if he's still eavesdropping for love]

NEVER.

[commences tickling]

[blue_pleather]

[I think we'd be aware of it by now if an eight-foot mechanical gorilla were around]

[giggles, shrieks some more, kicks legs out]

[beetbuster]

[Too true, imagine Gorisaki would have tossed Masato out a window well before this point if he knew what was going on]

[Gets a foot in the face, but won't relent!]

[blue_pleather]

[trying not to thrash around so much but it's hard]

S ... sorry ... [laughing too hard to get the words out]

[beetbuster]

Humph!

[shows mercy, sort of plops on you]

You don't don't sound it.