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[swordsitter]

Who: swordhaus + cr
When: throughout june (+ the end of may, because i missed a month oops)
Where: the three apartments swordhaus uses..
What: june (+ may) catch-all
Rating/Warning: probably nothing, but i'll edit as necessary.

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[ sword mafia at home. ]

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Re: 2!

[reprizesal]

[Blessed, non-freezing freedom. The troop is already out of the fridge, although its moves are slower than normal, and trying to warm itself up. Where are some warm things for it to use?

The legs of Kashuu's pants?

Sayo's quickly walking over and bends down, looking a little concerned for the troop. Once he did it, the troop opt to head straight for Sayo's fake tail thing and grasp it. So fluffy and warm, compared to that fridge. Sayo blinks, and then looks up at Kashuu.]

... So he's not yours?

[Is this the second troop, not the first one...]

If he isn't yours, he... might be mine.

[adornmental]

—No, he's not.

[Kashuu hasn't requested anything since that time he got a pigeon back that shat all over his favorite vanity table, okay. But he knows Yasusada got one at some point, too...]

Did you cash in your points or something? At least this one didn't end up like Yasusada's.

[Poor, poor half-troop...]

[reprizesal]

Yes, I did... I want to get him for Master.

[Sayo's planning on giving the troop for Haru. But now he's delaying that to make sure the poor troop is okay. He looks up at Kashuu with mild curiosity.]

... What happened to Yamatonokami's?

[adornmental]

[Cute... Sayo's desire to protect Haru is really cute, ugh!! But at the mention of Yamato's troop, his nose wrinkles a little.]

One of 'em was eaten or something. [YEAH...] One was fine, but the other was like... torn in half.

[reprizesal]

[Sayo's curious look drops once he heard what happened. Yes, he knows as troops, they might die in the battlefield. But it didn't mean they should suffer.]

How cruel... Who did it?

[Is it CERES, please say it's CERES so he can be unsurprised as ever...]

[adornmental]

We think it might've been one of the cats, but we're not sure. I mean, the cats couldn't have put your troop in the fridge, so...

[He's inclined to blame CERES.]

[reprizesal]

... So it might be CERES's fault.

[Because really, which one of them would put a poor, cute troop inside the fridge?]

We have to watch out next time for another troop, then. [Or a pigeon. Or horse. What's next, beads?]