[Sixteenth Canon] : [Locked from Hostiles | Directed to Voca+ Family | Audio]

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[He sounds pretty upset. He'd rather not let anyone see his face right now.]

Sekka Yufu and Shouka Tori have been sent home.

I--...

[voice cracks]

... they're probably better there...

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[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

[ well, he can just not take it for a while. he's not sure if he wants to go through with it atm anyway. ]

Right, right. Anyway, offer's still open if you need the time off. I'll work tonight if you are, so.

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[25tontrap.livejournal.com]

Alright. I think I'll be okay.

[stands, going to the closet at the back of the room]

Mn... I really don't feel like going all out tonight.

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[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

Can't say I blame you. You'll look good in anything, though.

... and even better without anything.

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[25tontrap.livejournal.com]

[hurls a shirt at Sai's face]

Perv.

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[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

[ smirks at him from underneath the shirt. ]

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[25tontrap.livejournal.com]

[changes in front of Sai. Slowly. Just to torment him.]

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[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

... oh now that's just awful, Rii. [ pouts. ]

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[25tontrap.livejournal.com]

[butt-wiggles]

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[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

[ puts on an unamused deadpan face. he's blushing, though. ]

How evil, getting me all hot and bothered before work. What the hell, Rii.

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[25tontrap.livejournal.com]

You're the one making comments about my body.

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[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and can you blame me? You're kind of hot, dude. In case you haven't noticed.

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[25tontrap.livejournal.com]

Tch. Please. You're hotter than me.

[pulls on a pair of faded jeans, walking over to get the shirt he tossed.]

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[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

[ holding that shirt out of his reach. ]

I'm flattered, but you, my dear, are much hotter.

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[25tontrap.livejournal.com]

[leaning over to try and grab it, one hand on the arm of the couch with the other one stretched out]

I would beg to differ. Now give me my shirt and quit taking advantage of my lack of height.

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[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

Not until you admit you're hot. [ griiiiin. ]

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[25tontrap.livejournal.com]

[siiiigh. eye roll.]

Don't make me torment you more.

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[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

Don't make me make us late for work. [ smiiiirk ]

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[25tontrap.livejournal.com]

You're the one holding my shirt for ransom.

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[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

And you're the one who won't admit that you're attractive.

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[25tontrap.livejournal.com]

Because. I'm not. Now, shirt.

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[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

Nuh-uh. That wasn't the deal. You're hot, and I'm not letting you think otherwise.

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[25tontrap.livejournal.com]

I could get another shirt from the closet, you know.

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[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

[ makes a face, then tosses his shirt at his face. ]

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[25tontrap.livejournal.com]

Erf...

You know I'm not going to admit to something like that.

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[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

[ pouts. ]

I'll make you admit it later tonight, then.