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[He had been woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of something rustling around in the kitchen. The Storm Guardian got up gently for two reasons - one, not to wake the others that shared his bed and two - to not let whoever was in their kitchen be aware that someone had heard them. He was going to kick someone's ass - or so he thought, anyways. He quietly slipped to the kitchen, prepared to attack who ever was in there. At first, he didn't see anything. Then, he heard the sound of jostled silverware and noticed a black lump in the open silverware drawer. He moved closer to it to see some strange little black furred creature - it seemed to be trying to hoard all of the silverware - how strange. He crept closer to it now, reaching out one ringed hand to pull it out. This had been a mistake. It now leapt at his hand and he couldn't help but let out a surprised yell as the thing tried to bite the rings off of his fingers. All you could hear was a loud clatter as he backed into the counter, knocking over some pans and some very loud, very pissed cursing.
. . . Uri, more or less, just watched with some amusement from the doorway. He seemed rather unconcerned about the situation otherwise.]
[OOC: So someone has dropped off Nifflers in random apartment rooms at some point during the night. If you want to play with these cute, furry, shiny-object loving creatures, then it is totally up to you to decide if this 'mysterious mischief-maker' victimized your character's apartment.]
. . . Uri, more or less, just watched with some amusement from the doorway. He seemed rather unconcerned about the situation otherwise.]
[OOC: So someone has dropped off Nifflers in random apartment rooms at some point during the night. If you want to play with these cute, furry, shiny-object loving creatures, then it is totally up to you to decide if this 'mysterious mischief-maker' victimized your character's apartment.]
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Date: 2010-09-22 07:55 pm (UTC)Hayato---?!
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Date: 2010-09-22 08:02 pm (UTC)". . THIS FUCKING THING!!"
[. . . His hand was actually bleeding a decent amount.]
"WHERE THE HELL DID IT COME FROM?!"
[He's holding it with his good, non-bitten hand, by the scruff of it's neck and it's squirming still trying to get at the rings on his other hand.]
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Date: 2010-09-22 08:05 pm (UTC)Here, I'll take it and find the first aid kit. You clean up your hand.
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Date: 2010-09-22 08:33 pm (UTC)" . . the hell did it get inside anyways?"
[This was grumbled as he headed off towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. The windows and door had all been locked - Gokudera had gotten in the habit of making sure of this every night. . . and he just didn't see anyway that thing could have gotten inside. . .]