week 3 curfew ; house 01

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[ HONKS EVERYONE'S NOSES SADLY ]

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[Kotetsu this is starting to seem a little desperate.

Anyway van Zieks swats at him very ineffectively.]

I am certain I would not have heard the end of it otherwise.

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[ STOP. GIVE HIM A BREAK. He's helping an injured friend. ]

You're right about that. From a lot of people.

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[Sure Jan.]

So I won't hear a word of complaint about it now.
[He says while still covered in his own blood.]

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[ He's doing his best. Don't be mean. ]

You say that, but it looks like you went through a beating.

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It is not as if this is the first time someone has tried to kill me.

[Just says this so casually.]

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[ Wrong answer.

This just makes him frown. He may be partially draped on Sholmes, but he reaches out to brush the back of his fingers across van Zieks' cheek. Not being invasive, but soft. Gentle. ]

That doesn't mean you should have to go through it at all.

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[It is allowed. But also. Gay.]

I am simply saying that I am used to it.

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[ Hi. Aggressive bisexual here. ]

And you shouldn't have to be.

[ Since he's not shoving his hand away, he moves his hand to brush back some of his dirty, probably messy hair. ]

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[Given him and Alisaie fell down a cliff essentially yeah, probably. This is also allowed.]

This is not a question of should or should not, but of is or is not.
[A bit curtly.]

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[ He sighs at the semantics. ]

I'm saying I'm worried and I don't like that you're getting hurt out there. Even if you are used to it.

[ A very, very light tug on some stands as he works to fix his hair a bit. ]

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[Ow! Rude, sir. Van Zieks grimaces a bit. he is very sore, be gentle.]

Better myself than one of the others in that group. Miss Alisaie and Mr Kijima are just barely adults and Mr Okumura is still certainly a child.

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[ He deserved it, but then he brushes his hand gently through his hair.

...also, Finley is probably cuddling the other ladies, isn't she... ]

Better if it was none of you, but... [ He sighs, his hand sliding to his cheek to rest there. ] I understand how you feel. I can't yell at you for that one.

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[If she isn't Adelheid is starting it. Nyan.

van Zieks shifts to lie back, sinking further into the couch.]

What are you doing?

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[ Good girls. ]

What do you mean?

[ Does that mean he's leaning away from Kotetsu or. Leaning back... toward him? ]

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[I don't know where Kotetsu is spatially his movement is unrelated to whatever Kotetsu is doing and whatever change in proximity happens is coincidental.]

With my hair, Mr Kaburagi.
[I just remembered it was still braided when he left on the cyoa so it's probably extra a disaster because the braids are probably in varying levels of disarray.]

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[ He is literally draped over the back of the couch behind where Sholmes is seated. ]

Fixing it.

[ Oh, Mr. vs Zieks, swoon. So sexy.

But really... He shifts a little to let Sholmes (gently) slouch down on the couch more in his napping and moves over toward where van Zieks is. Both of his hands place on van Zieks' shoulders. It's light... not sure how severely injured he is, watching for any sign of pain when he puts his hands on him. ]

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[He make a bit of a face but seems his shoulders aren't injured enough for a touch that light to really hurt.]

I am perfectly capable of doing that myself.

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I know you're capable of a lot things.

[ This isn't some mocking snapback. He means it. He gently starts to rub van Zieks' shoulders. The touch is very light, seeing how it might bother him. ]