((OOC: Hmm... well, not much time left to figure stuff out.. vv But maybe, just, bar scene anyway, and I'll be the chump or chumpette of whatever personality you write me into with the introduction? Heck, they could both meet respective chumps/chumpettes that drag them away from each other for a good time, and I could play both. XD Yey, confusing. But m'not having troubles with playing multiple characters so far, so <3.

And I'm looking forward to seeing what you do with plottage in the garden; who you write as next; anything new you wanna introduce that fits. x3 <3 I'm welcome to any ideas thought of and texted to me, too <33 ))


He laughed. "Me~? You're the one with twelve feet of hair soaked to the bone~ Here, hang on." He closed the door behind the two and went dashing around a hallway corner nearby, with ensuing banging around and pulling of drawers, emerging a couple minutes later with a towel, a t-shirt, and a pair of pajama pants. "These work for you til the drier can fix what you've got, lovey?" He offered them over and nodded back towards the kitchen. "I can start on dinner while you change and all that, anyway."

((OOC: Answering to both RPs now just to save time.

xD I still don't quite understand the timeskip, but yeah. And I hope so.

Ne, I guess that works... I might try to mix it up with a different scene anyways, but I'll likely go for bar or something similar. xD

If this goes interestingly enough, could be a long time for you to get to know Ki and Line before you even need to take one over. <3

If you wanna make up names/bios/whatever for them, you can post them OOC here or on LJ or whatever.

Ne, okay, love. Guess 'm playing the spirit not you, ne? Suppose it's too many people for you to play. >< Blegh, we'll see what I do with it. A little stuck, despite our working out a subplot.))

She inspected them for a moment, knowing all too well they'd be too big, but clothes were clothes. "Hai," she nodded; "those'll do... But don't you think you can get out of changing first too, bub! You're no good to me when you have a cold. Last time you were utterly useless for almost two weeks." She frowned, recalling as she unzipped her hoody and slipped out of it, revealing an equally clinging to her, somewhat low v-cut white t-shirt, that was proving irritably just as soaked as the hoody, and decidely revealing and clingy in it's wet state, revealing a very mixmatching black bra underneath, and goosepimpled flesh all over her arms.

"I hate the cold..." She shook her pant legs out while still wearing them, spreading bits of mud, water, and pebbles everywhere in her wake. At least she had the foresight to do it at the front door to cause the least amount of damage.

((OOC: Kay xD

Basically, all Matt posts are taking place earlier in the day before nightfall. The nightfall that's approaching in his timeline is the one wolfy/drunkard/you are all experiencing right now. xD So technically, Matt could come bursting in any time in one of those timelines by your perspective, but still be out in the woods on the other one. Yey, brain e'splosion in that case. 8D <3

Hai hai x3

Interesting's always better than the throwaway characters I had in mind for creating for the exercise~ x3 <3 I'm still all about taking one over after awhile, though <33 Or possibly alternating which of us controls them for a bit.

Hmm... I'll think on it some in the car and either fit what ideas about them I can into a text or post if I can get online at the hotel, lovey <3 I doubt if I'll have time to work up anything major before I leave here. vv Though iunno, we'll see. <3

Well, I could play her, actually, I wouldn't mind. <3 Like I've said, I'm for playing any character you like. x3 was just thinking, if you wanted to update it while I'm away, would be stuck either playing Crysseh or the spirit. >< Whatever you'd like to do, though, you can take over any character you please, as far as I'm concerned. S'all fun <333
If you're stuck right now, maybe I'll try writing an update from spirit's perspective tonight at the hotel, if I wind up with internet, laptop time, and no crysseh online. v3v <3 ))


"Mm, I hate the cold too, but if it gets me hawt Crysseh strippage, I'm all for it..." He laughed gave her an admiring up and down. "No, I kid~ Sezzy though you are, get into those warm clothes, stat. I'll go do the same, fine fine~"

He slipped around the corner of the hallway and emerged a few minutes later with similar attire to what he'd given her on. "I didn't want you to feel left out, y'know... and plaid pajama pants are so in, this season, after all."

((OOC: Ahhh. xDD Hrm, please don't let that happen. xD Maybe do a few singular posts to catch up when you have time, ne?

Hai, I was thinking about both of those options, yes. <3 We'll see, this is starting to look good, actually. I'll try to start it while you're gone.

Okay hun, I'm patient. If you want me to wait on posting and everything, I will. <3

Okay love, I think I figured out a loophole, anyway. xD <333

Mm, I want time together at all costs. T____T D<))

"Good boy." She pouted. "Fine, fine, if I must..." She eyed his new look. "But... so... very... ugly... brain e's'ploding..." She pretended to collapse onto a nearby seat dramatically, a hand thrown over her forehead in the typical 'woe is me' fashion.

"Blegh..." She sighed and rolled her body, exhibiting no shame as she lifted her shirt over her head right there and then in the room, only turning around modestly from view and shielding with an arm when it came to unhooking her bra, as she slipped the new shirt on quickly. She tossed the bra aside. "It's a sad day when you're soaked through to your skivvehs..."

His shirt smelled nice, comforting, truthfully, though on her it looked more like a short dress than a shirt. She shrugged, the shirt now covering her somewhat modestly as she undid pants and carefully tugged them off, tossing them aside as well and slipping into the new ones. Though it was more like swimming in a small tent, upon slipping them on. "You need to lose weight, jeez. Is your ass that big?"

((OOC: xD I won't, I won't~ I was thinking of doing that, hai. x3 Since you seem to've found a loophole which I'm curious about, and I'll likely be writing as him anyway. xD Do elabourate on that loophole if you will~?

Chuu, it'd be <33 to get online to see more writing from you, of any kind. An 'I miss chu' love note PM, art uploaded for, a new egg, anything that's from the heart of my love, left for me. ♥

Nya, well we'll see, you can post whatever you think will work well for the next post, if you get the time~ Otherwise, Ki/Line'ness will be okay for a fresh, new story. <3

Nyuu, so do I. T_T if we get out of here on time, maybe we'll be in by 10-11 tonight. Will your compu still be hooked up then, though? v3v))

((OOC: Okay hun. And I was just thinking of having the spirit lure her in, but her just narrowly being distracted away from it and out of reach or something. xD If that's okay with you~

Well I'm really going to try for you, sweets. <3 And you know it.

Okay hun, I'll try to post lots. <3 Will miss.

Ne, I should I hope.))

((OOC: Ahh, that sounds like a fine loophole to me~ XD <3 Hmmm... mayhaps something breaks through the skylight above, snapping her out of it. >> Something... Matt-shaped... If you wanna write me into that or into causing something like that somehow that's fine. XD Vwe zshall zee what you come up with~ <3

Nyaa.... I really do know it, lover, so even if you got too busy with other things to do a single thing, I'd be happy knowing y'wanted to <33

<333 Myu... really going to miss too..

Mew ♥ Hope so too, love ))

((OOC: Ne, okay, that works, hun. <3 And hmm, that gives more ideas, yes. xD

Ne, good. That may end up the case. xDDD

I know... *snug*

Hai. Then we can get a few more in. >D :'D *bricked*))

((OOC: Har, yey for creative ideas, then. xD <3

xDD Chuhu... that's fine by me, lovey, like I said.. ♥ ♥ ♥

*nuzzle into* Mine...

Har~ Yessu, I'll do my best to then.. for now, just concentrating on talking with you, my love. <3 ))

((OOC: Yessu. I think all three will go well, though I'm still not sure what sort of drama will unfold in Soya... xx Since it will inevitably need some.

Good. <3

*nuzzles back* Always.

Okay lovey, that works for me. <3 More than))

((Nya, I think so too~ As for Soya... >> Just as Matt's pouring the soya sauce into the paper cup, ripples reverberate through the water! Footsteps get louder and louder, as people run screaming through the streets outside! ITSU GODUZIRRA! ... :'D I think it'll work!

Nyaaaa to -all- that~ Hur... <333 ))

((OOC: XDD NO! We'll figure something out when the time comes, I know. <3 So antsy for when you can update again~

Har. <3))

((OOC: Update for you to come back to, sweetie... <3

Still in disbelief that you were actually handling both soya sauce and paper cups earlier today. xD Nyu...))


"Aw, c'mon, they aren't that bad~ There's not even a button-up Hawaiian shirt involved this time~" He knew the argument was fruitless, though, as she endlessly decreed all of his clothing ugly beyond repair. And it probably was..

He eyed the wet bra now laying across the coffee table. "Mmm, true... a sad, sexy day..." His statement was only fortified (har) by the pants change that followed. "Aw, loveh~...", a mock voice of sympathy.

He smirked and sauntered over to the seat, wagging hips back and forth for ass-size emphasis. "Oh, well, I have been told that I posses a modest amount of junk in my rear storage facility, yes...", he said with an, ahem, 'ghetto' accent.

((OOC: Wanted to update Waltz and everything else and post new one, but too stressed. -_-

Me too. xD But seriously, that ladybug was freaky. It rolled onto it's back at one point T__T but I helped it back up. <3333))

She paused, contemplating, lips pursed to one side of her face cutely. "Mmm... That's true. Mostly because I burned most of the-- eh, nevermind. You heard nothing. Nothing." She waved her hand as if to do a Jedi mind wipe, despite loathing the series, it was a useful trick. Not that it ever worked.

She pouted. "Don't mock me, boy." A cringe soon after. "And never, I repeat, never, do that again. What have I told you? Talk like a bitch, I treat you like a bitch." A mock glare as she stuck her tongue out, readjusting herself in her seat in an attempt to get comfortable, it wasn't easy however, still somewhat damp skin rubbing uncomfortably against cloth with nothing inbetween, having had to ditch her bra (as well as her skevvies quickly with her pants, thankfully theshirt concealing this fact at the time) in favour of dry and warmth. She snagged the towel she had set down and set to work wringing out her hair.

"Yey puddles!" She announced sarcastically.

((OOC: Hrm... This post won't really work til you catch up to my timeline, so gonna make it fairly short as opposed to others, and a bit of a cop out, given my need for a loophole. But should still be good. >3> <333))

It was a game of cat and mouse now. Or more perhaps like a cat with a piece of string dangled just out of reach, and a brain long since out of reach. Or maybe just a stoned out of her mind Crysseh. Who really knew at this point. Regardless, a chase of some sort was taking place, poorly and uncoordinatedly.

Blurs of blacks, reds, and violets passed by her vision, in and out of her line of sight along with blurs and swirls of colours and scents, never ending and she seemingly whizzed by, completely enraptured in her own seeming psychosis.

Hands out stretched in a classic 'gimme' fashion, violent giggles rippling through her body, she'd gone from a shy and awkward stumble, padding on grass, and had broken out into a fumbling, stumbling, dirt kicking up prance, borderlining on sprint.

The eyes, ever blinking, fluttering away.

"Wait, please!" She called desperately, until finally it seemed as though her requests were answered, as the butterfly yielded, landing on a nearby flower and closing and opening it's wings, blinking at her curiously from it's new position.

"Now I have you..." she cooed evilly, slowing back into a slow walk, carefully and silently placing the pads of her feet on the grass, one after enough, crouching lower and lower as if to go into attack mode and pounce like a cat as the butterfly simply blinked, silent.

"Careful... Careful... No sudden movements." She lowered slowly into some brush nearby, wary not to give herself away with any hasty manuevers. Regardless, she couldn't help uttering the lowest of victory purrs to herself, the settings greatly taking their toll of her sanity.

Had it not been for her own purr, or deep concentrating, she may have noticed the unsual nature of the brush before it. An unnatural looking plant, with many a thorn and vine, and an air that made it seem a little more alive than one would typically expect, even for an already living creature. She may have further noticed the low, satisified hissing sound coming from nearby, as one particular thorn covered vine slithered dangerously close to her ankle, slowly making it's way to coil around and-

The butterfly alighted. She gasped, making her move. "HAH!" she leapt from her hiding place a moment too late, arms outstretched and fingers curled into a claw-like fashion, as the butterfly winked away contently, free to fly another evening, and an unsuccessful and trampled on vine shrieked, shriveling back away hurriedly. "Damn..." She slammed her first into her palm and sulked. "You win today, but 'll get you!"

Damn indeed.

((OOC: Awww, to helping the ladybug back up~ XD <33 I had fun chasing them all around every surface of the plants the other day when I took all those bug pictures. They didn't wanna get eated by the big black mouth of the camera lens at first, but if I moved slow enough they just ignored it. <3 Grasshoppers, though, were infuriatingly hard to photograph. D8; And butterflies. Neither wants to sit still for a second. ))


"I was wondering what happened to all of those..." A thoughtful smirk before pretending to be mind-wiped and staring off blankly.

He smirked and waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, I know~ I've been treated like a bitch enough times for it to know." A laugh at her comment. "Yeah, when you go bounding straight into them, they'll do that, goof~ Now whadda you want for supper, not that I have much to make?" He nodded back towards the kitchen.

((OOC: Aw... xD; Poor buggies...))

She pursed her lips. "It isn't my fault you're a slow learner. Or a glutton for punishment."

A sigh. "I was refering to the ones coming from my hair." Further inward grumblings as she wrung out again with the towel.

Mm..." A hesitant glance towards the kitchen; he hadn't prepared more than a few meals for her before, and given their record of either being stomach pump worthy, or suprisingly and impressively good, she was nervous about forgetting to bring along her score card. She was never sure whether to chalk the bad ones off as just bad luck, or the good ones to flukes. Potentially both.

"Surprise me?" And by surprise she didn't mean kill. No, she hoped not. She was so taking him out of the last will and testament just incase.

((OOC: I think you mean "poor photographer, killing his back and knees to move slowly and squat in a field just to get a fleeting shot of them"~ D: )


He smirked. "Yeah, well, that's just me; big, dumb, and masochistic~"

"Aww, muffin~..." He smirked again, wider. "Well, you're free to leave your hair puddles; this place isn't in good enough shape for anyone to notice a few water stains."

He clapped his hands together in decision. "Alrighty~! I'll see what I can't cook up... or can...? Or... I'd better just go look before I confuse myself and insult my cooking any more." He slipped away into the kitchen area, opening the shutters that connected it with the living room, to talk to her while he sifted. Some banging of cabinets, opening of drawers, and idly aloud contemplation later, he arrived at a conclusion. "Alright, it's been a long time coming, but I believe I'm ready to finally make you my favourite dish, after experimenting with making it for myself a few times." He leaned out through the open shutters and grinned over to her. "Vegetable lo mein, baby~ I've got plenty of the ingredients for the recipe and can make enough to feed two. Well, feed five, considering the amount I eat."

((OOC: Nope, pretty sure I meant poor buggies. D8 ))

"Oh, don't I know it." She rolled her eyes. "and that's in reference to both your masochistic ways and this sorry excuse for an apartment." She stuck her tongue out at the back of his head as he was disappearing into the kitchen.

A heavy sigh and rolled eyes as she set the towel aside, mimicking his ramblings by moving her lips while he was out of view.

She raised an eyebrow as he popped his head out and quickly swallowed a groan, briefly scrunching her nose up in reaction. She swallowed hard. 'Don't tell him how much you hate the idea, smile, smile...'. "Heh..." a choked out grin and nervous laugh. "Sounds great, I can't wait. After maybe we can drink some soya sauce straight up...?" The last part being mumbled at a level so low dogs may not have even picked it up.

He beamed in ignorant bliss at her apparent acceptance of his dish choice and leaned out the window towards her. "Alright, then, you just dry off out there while I get everything cooked up, lovey~"

He banged around for awhile, getting out all the ingredients and pots he would need and set to work, humming happily at the fact he was getting to show his practiced cooking skills to his lover.

"Should take about twenty or thirty minutes, so feel free to turn the TV on or just get comfortable, sweets~", He called out.

((OOC: That being how long it's going to take him for the rabbit chef hiding under his hat to help him cook it. >>))

She shivered and grumbled, having at this point given up on drying her hair the way she wanted, and it was already pulling back in heavy and frizzy ringlets.

She scoured the room helplessly, before settling her eyes finally on a thin blanket on the back of the couch. "Myu..." a soft sigh. It would do. She tugged it off the back carefully, pulling it in to wrap around her body and settling down on the couch, drawing her legs up and crossing them to keep as much body together for warmth as possibly.

She stretched out of her blanket cocoon warily, not wanting to topple herself over and have a terrible time trying to wrestle herself free from blankets, and swiped up the remote, switching the tv on.

A spandex clad, middle aged and balding man greeted her line of vision and she yelped, quickly switching to a random music station. Oh how she hated infomercials.

Grinning, he listened to her flip through the music stations, groaning and ugh'ing left and right until she finally found something playing that was acceptable to her.

He spent the next while dancing his way awkwardly around the kitchen while prepared their dinner, occasionally singing along to whatever was playing, if he knew it, which more often than not incited an irritated growl from the next room over at his tone-deafness or misremembering of lyrics.

Finally, though, he was putting the finishing touches on the meal and getting everything together to serve it. He slipped into the small dining room area near the kitchen and set everything quietly on the table, meals arranged on plates in 5 star restaurant artistry. (As artistic as you could make a pile of soya-sauce covered noodles look, at least. Okay, maybe two star.) He poured his most romantic blend of fruit juice for the two of them and set it by either's plate, in the only thing he had in the apartment to drink from; paper cups.

Tiptoeing out from the dining area and around back of the couch, he leaned over it and down to her half-dazed almost asleep face, planting a kiss. "Dinner's ready, love."

((OOC: Oh, the temptation >___>;;;;; ))

She snapped out of her television induced stupor with a blink, giving him a quick peck back. "Oh?" She glanced over her shoulder, peering towards the dining area and taking note of the dinner set down.

"Heh," she smirked to herself. "Oh wow, we've upgraded from dixie cups to full size. Someone was aiming to impress me tonight, and let me tell you, it's working." A bratty wink as she nudged him away, extra brattishly climbing right over the end of the couch, rather than unlazily getting up off her butt and walking around. What would she give him to complain about then?

((OOC: Hmmm~? ;D <33 ))

"Yeah, well, check back next week and I might've snagged me a plastic sippy cup or two." He smirked at her as she got up. "But for now, just do your best not to spill~", he teased.

"Oh, sure, just climb right over my furniture, that's fine~" He crossed his arms and smirked more as she made her way over the back of the couch. He didn't really care so much about the old couch from the local goodwill as he did about her hurting herself breaking some of its surely rotted frame. She hopped down safely, at least. He wrapped an arm around her waist as she did and gave her a more proper kiss than he had when she was lying down. "Mine...", he whispered with more than just an air of romance. He smiled at her and kept the arm wrapped around her, escorting her towards the dining room and pulling out her chair for her. Once seated, he leaned around her to steal another kiss, then slipped around to the other side of the table, sitting in his own chair. "Well, lover, bon appetit~" A happy, lovesick smirk.

((OOC: Nothing, nothing~. You already know anyways. xD;;;; ))

"Hot damn, a sippy cup? I don't know if you can afford to live so large, my love, but damn, betcha you'd get some with one of those at your disposal." A wink again. Hah, it was like having a nervous, sexy tick.

"Don't mind if I do~." She returned his kiss with a coo, smirking up at him. "Yeah, yours till you screw up, huh? Oh well~" she sighed, delighting in the second kiss before taking her seat as she was escorted to it.

She couldn't help swallowing an unsure grimace upon sitting down. The had lo mein a nearly sicken amount whenever they went out together, but this was the first time he'd made it. Oh well, it was just noodles and soya sauce, right? She doubted it was death worthy, but still she drew in a deep breath, picking up her utensils and smiling over.

"Chu, looks good." And that first nervous bite in.