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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.

Poor Matsuda

Date: 2009-04-01 08:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] papayagami.livejournal.com
Luckily it was just Soichiro that came by, Yukiko would not take kind to sparkling dog.

"What. The hell."

Kurama gets no mercy

Date: 2009-04-01 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 12panelwonder.livejournal.com
Matt had to get out of his room for a minute, he was starting to get a headache and his throat hurt a bit. hehehehe

Course, when he saw Kurama's pink hair, he just doubled over in laughter again.

"OH MY GOD YOUR HAIR'S PINK!"

For Kurama

Date: 2009-04-02 09:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] righteous-pen.livejournal.com
As if he hadn't been through enough in the last few weeks, Mikami had woken up blonde. Not even blonde as though that were his actual hair colour. His hair looked as though he'd tried to bleach it himself, in the dark, possibly with actual cleaning products.

He'd remembered what day it was, after hyperventilating for several minutes. That didn't help. Whoever had done this would presumably still have to get into his room while he slept, and that shouldn't have been possible with all the furniture pushed in front of it.

He was on his way to the library, hoping for a spell that would change it back, when he ran into Kurama and stopped cold, blinking in surprise and oddly relieved. At least this meant it wasn't just him.

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