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After making sure that the closet wouldn't pull any more stunts like it had with Kusuriyuri, Kurama grabbed hs clothes for the day and took a quick shower before heading to the greenhouses for the day's work. Someone tell him that his hair is pink.

Unfortunately for Mystina, it is now her closet that is infected with a particular brand of perversion. She does look good in a playboy bunny suit, though. Comments about fat-bottomed girls making the rockin' world go round will be met with black magic, but are welcome for the lulz. She can't seem to aim today, anyway.

It might have been something in his breakfast, but Matsuda's main form of communication for the day is mime and interpretive dance. Fizgig, not to be left out, is sparkling and occasionally bursting into flame a-la the Human Torch. Only she's a dog.

Is insisting that his name is 'Tylenol.' Any mentions of Vanyel or related subjects will cause him to launch himself from the nearest height, be it a chair or a tower. Depending on how high he's willing to climb.

All the pups are free to tease, make sure to put who you're tormenting in the subject line.

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"Let's go." Soichiro headed toward the common room, asking for a couple of spellbooks and something for his hand. It would be his room, but he doesn't want Yukiko to get hurt.

Matsuda tapdanced after him, occasionally picking up Fizgig as an impromptu dance partner when she wasn't on fire.

This was going to get old. REALLY quickly.

Soichiro gestured to the books on the couch while he tended to his hand.

Matsuda flounced over to the books and took a seat. He could sit just fine, and Fizgig managed to not set anything on fire, but Matsu's legs wouldn't stop moving, whether it be foot-tapping or what have you.

Okay, Soichiro's limit? It's been reached.

"Do I have to sit on your legs?!"

Matsu shrugged dramatically (of course). It wasn't as if he could consciously stop.

Bet you he'll get kicked.

Soichiro did try to sit on Matsuda's legs (namely feet), trying to keep them still.

Matsu's feet continued to wiggle a bit, but finally settled. It was fine for about ten minutes until Matsu was compelled to express himself by using Soichiro's head as a drum.

Honestly, the only way this can be summed up is '!!!!!!'.

Soichiro reached up and tried to grab Matsuda's wrists. "Do I have to tie you down?"

Matsu's grin was both apologetic and confused. It wasn't like he could help it.

Worse that the thought of being tied down was humiliating enough to make him blush. Those wearing slash goggles feel free to interpret that blush otherwise.

Get your own slash goggles.

"That's it. We're going back to your room." If he does have to tie Matsuda to something it might as well be in private.

I have extras should anyone need them.

Matsuda had the grace to look guilty, and followed despondently behind Soichiro. Fizgig, of course, continued to sparkle.

While walking to his room, Soichiro pulled off his tie with one hand, flexing the injured one. Yeah. Still enough mobility to tie knots.

Matsuda was, of course, dancing, but also watching Soichiro carefully. Hopefully this weird compulsion would wear off quickly lest he end up tied to something for a long time.

I bet you if Matsuda gave him puppy dog eyes, he'd relent.

Soichiro indicated that Matsuda should sit on the bed near a leg. He then sat on Matsuda's feet again and tied them a bit clumsily to the bedpost, so Matsuda's feet couldn't move.

True to form, he's pouting. Big, huge puppy-eyed pouting.

Soichiro looked at Matsuda. He seemed to be considering something.

Finally, with a sigh, he untied Matsuda's legs.

"Just...just don't kick me, okay?"

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