When closets rebell ((Open RP, Great Hall))

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((OOC: Channel should know I read what's said when I'm asleep.))

There were things about this school that were beyond Kusuriyuri's dreams. That he'd find ones so precious to him as Kurama and his students was still surprising to him, still enough to bring a secret smile to his lips.

There were things about this school that were beyond baffling. The tendency for friends, enemies, and otherwise to show up and vanish with little notice, for one.

The fact that his closet refused to give him anything but a short black dress this morning was another. No matter where he looked in their apartment, he could not find his kimono or even any of Kurama's clothes to charm to fit him. It was the only clothing, aside from a black headscarf, he could find.

Believing his closet to be as perverse as the rest of this school, he also figured he wouldn't find his normal clothing until he'd been properly humiliated by wearing what his closet offered.

Boukensha looked at him in askance, but insisted on riding on his shoulder as he went to the Great Hall on his way to his office to study. He hoped that there would be few about as he left, but was sure that there was some perversion in the school that would cause his hope to be rendered into naught.

::Open RP in A's Garden::

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Spring, and a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of... rosebushes and marigolds, peas and lavender, fruit trees and flower beds! A cherished his greenhouse and the mangosteen grove, but the garden was his special first love, and he was overjoyed that it was time for it to return to blossoming life.

Schrodinger and Einstein play-wrestled at the foot of the cherry tree while A knelt, planting a new rosebush. As usual when gardening, he sang loudly, enthusiastically, and badly.