hh_mirror | April's Fools Open RP

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Sure, let me get a drink first." Matt grinned. "Wanna dye it blue?"

"I'll dye it plaid if you want," Kurama grumbled. "As long as it isn't pink. Are you sick or something?"

"That's gonna be difficult, plaid." Matt frowned. "I don't think so, I think I've just been sitting at my computer too long. Why, do I look sick?"

"You smell sick." True, Matt had that 'malnourished, sickly human' scent. Kurama knew it well.

"The hell do you mean, I smell sick?" Matt was glaring.

"Humans have a certain smell when they start to grow ill. Demons can detect it, considering we were your main predators not too long ago. Picking off the weak and sickly ones is easier than going for a robust, healthy human that can defend itself."

"Well, I'm not getting sick. Maybe you are getting old."

This is being set up so Kurama can gloat when Matt DOES get sick.

Kurama smirked. "I'm already old. Care to take a guess?"

Oh, and how he will ever gloat.

Glorious.

"Over 9000." Figures Matt would go for a meme.

Kurama wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Hell no. Guess again."

Matt cackled. "Someone doesn't get on the internet. 300?" Still meme related.

Meme and series dub related. Leave it to FUNimation to screw up his age. "Not unless I'm stealing music. One more."

Matt thinks one more time. "229." Okay, that number he pulled out of his ass.

"You're off by almost exactly two thousand years, give or take." Kurama was a little bit prideful for having lived that long, at least.

Matt thought on that for a minute. "And you're not lying about your age yet?"

"I'm only 18 in human years," He grinned. Someone tell him that being reborn doesn't count.

"That doesn't count, you're a demon."

Kurama stuck out his tongue. "Get your drink, delinquent, so we can fix my hair."

"Fine." Matt got an house elf to bring him some water. He drank it down quickly and asked for another one when they got to Kurama's room.

Kurama paused to rummage through the stores of tea that he and Kusuriyuri had compiled, heating up a kettle to brew something that would help Matt's throat, taking a bit for himself just for the hell of it. "The only hair dye I have is the red stuff Mello got me for Christmas..." he doubted it would take care of his tail and ears as well, if it even worked at all.