craftingrebel | Seventh Punch

[For tonight's entertainment Maoh will be attempting to use Kanji's gear as a surf board! He toddles his way on over to the pool but before he's able to use the device as a floaty he slips on a tiny puddle and falls in instead. Unfortunately, as the gear is on the ground all the viewers can see is the sky above. Though-- if you listen carefully you can hear the Pichu's small, yet frantic splashing. However, as time goes on the splashing noises start to decrease.

A couple of minutes pass as a dark blur zooms by the gear and a big splash is heard a few seconds after. Up pops on the screen is a very wet, very out of breath, very disgruntled looking Kanji.]

D-Dammit Maoh. I--I told you to stay away from the pool.

[The small Pichu he has in his lap looks a bit lifeless. Though it may look bleak, Maoh is breathing. He pushes his damp bangs out of his face.]

S-Shit... I hope it's... not to late. I don't... I don't even know what to do. [by this point it looks like he's going to have a panic attack.] Those.... those c-centers would help, right? Shit why did this have to happen!?

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[he shakes his head.] Too wired up to sleep.

Edited 2011-10-17 17:12 (UTC)

[He tries (unsuccessfully) to suppress another yawn.] I'll stay up with you, man.

[he nods.] Thanks man.

It's fine. I'd be pretty lame if I came all this way to just pass out on you.

[he nods, annnnnnd a couple of hours later nurse joy comes back with a tired, but healthy, Pichu.] Thanks again man. For, yanno... waiting with me. I hope I didn't ruin any plans you might've had.

Edited 2011-10-20 22:18 (UTC)

It's totally cool, dude. My only plans were... you know, sleeping. [He shrugs a little, smiling.] We're friends, you know? It's way more important.

[And he is instantly hoping Kanji will not point out how girly that sounds.]

[he sees that girly ass comment, but, for once he choses to ignore it.]

Yeah, totally.

[Yosuke appreciate this. A lot.]

Guess we should head back, huh.

Yeah.

[He nods, heading towards the door with a yawn. It's been a long night. Long, long night.]

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