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Characters: Ryoma and Sakuno then Ryoma and Bunta!
Date: The night of the party, Friday, before 10pm-ish.
Rating: Er, PG for alcohol and general fuzz?
Summary: Party! Alcohol! Munchkins! Cowgirl - er, boy!



Sakuno wandered (more like wobbled) away from An, seeking out the cookies again, glancing about, she decided to play good little host and rearranged a few duck-shaped cookies on a spare plate, targeting her classmates first in her quest! Making her way over to Ryoma, she tugged her dress down a bit and giggled when she bumped into him, nearly losing the plate.

“Echizen-kun, want a cookie?”

Ryoma had decided that if Niou was going to be mean and take away his cup of the funny-tasting punch, he was going to go talk to other people for a while. He tried to sulk, but it was kind of hard when he felt so… light and floaty. It was kind of cool. He liked it. Except it was very loud and strange in his head – his shields felt all slippery and squishy, and sometimes they weren’t there at all. It felt funny. And loud.

Someone bumped into him, giggling softly – he lurched a bit, catching his balance precariously after a few steps, and turned and saw it was… whatshername, Sakura? Sakuno – that was it. With the hair. The long hair. And she was offering him cookies. He grinned and nodded. “Yeah!” He snatched one off the plate and munched it happily. He liked cookies.

“Cookies taste really good, I made these so they should taste extra, um. Good!” Sakuno grinned, giggling at his eating even if she had no idea what it was funny, it just was.

Reaching up to tuck a braid back, she briefly panicked over not finding it before remembering that her hair was up so she petted one of her hair-horns and went back to holding out the cookie-plate.

“Liking the part- PartY! There we go. Are you enjoying it?”

Ryoma nodded, still eating the cookie, grinning. “Mm-hmm. Bu’ Niou took my punch away,” he said, pouting for a moment, then stopping to catch his balance as the nodding almost sent him over sideways. He giggled – the ground seemed to like him a lot tonight. It kept trying to get him to join it. He snatched another cookie, munching it as well. “You make the punch too?” he asked, cocking his head to the side curiously.

“Why did he do that?” Blinking, she pouted in sympathy, An took hers away as well, strange other significant people. Reaching out, Sakuno grabbed onto his arm, to stop him from falling and to help keep upright herself. Shaking her head at his question, she blinked again. “I bought it but it tastes different! Maybe I bought the wrong one? Or the label was wrong! We should ring the um, the company! Who made it and tell them!” Oooh, the cookies did look good though.

“Mmmbut it tastes good,” Ryoma argued. “Dunno why he took it ‘way, said I had enough, but I only had…” He thought hard about this. He couldn’t quite remember, but it had seemed like two cups at the time. “Two! I think.” He grabbed a third cookie, but blinked at his hand as he pulled it back. His fingers were fading – he could see the cookie through them. “Heeeey…. I’m turnin’ into you!” He giggled again, showing Sakuno. “Look.”

“Yeah, they’re um, mean! Or just not nice.” Pouting briefly, she almost forgot to finish her sentence. “Oh! I had two as well, I think. Maybe three!” Blinking at his demonstration, Sakuno giggled, attempting to pull her long-sleeved-gloves off to compare. “That’s so neat, maybe it’s catchy like um, a cold! You better not get sick though, though I’m not sick because I’m invisible as well. So maybe not like a cold - But I can see through your hand anyway!”

“Yeah…” Ryoma stuck the cookie in his mouth to hold it, bringing both hands in front of his face. If he tried, he could make all ten fingers fade, just like Sakuno’s. “I c’n feel you in my head,” he said around the cookie. “But s’not like… sick… s’like… fuzzy….” He couldn’t really find the words to describe it, but that was okay. It was still neat. And there were lots of people he could feel in his head right now, not just Sakuno. He didn’t even know who half of them were. Oh well. He poked Sakuno’s invisible fingers with his own.

“But I’m here, not in your head?” Blinking, she glancing at his head, briefly giggling over his kitty-ears before getting distracted by the fingers of invisibility again. Poking his fingers back, Sakuno giggled again then glanced up at the sound of her name. Eyes wide, she glanced at him again to ask – “Was that in your head too?”

“No, I just hear things,” he said with a lopsided grin. It was true – he could hear a lot of things from people at the party. It was kind of amusing. Some people were thinking really loudly and he could hear them really well. “You wanna know what Kaidoh’s thinkin’?” He giggled. It was really pretty funny.

“You can? That’s so neat! But um, it’s private! Like Tezuka’s entry was private but um, not. Because we shouldn’t but you can! So um, I’ll say no?” Blinking, Sakuno attempted to work out what she just said though it seemed her attention span was rather short tonight so she gave up to grab another cookie, attempting to get her glove back on at the same time then nearly dropping them both as the person calling her got closer. “Think that’s An!”

Ryoma blinked… hm, it did sound kind of like An. Maybe. He shrugged; if Sakuno was going to go, he grabbed one last cookie as he finished the previous one. “’Kay, if you say so.” He wondered what he should do now… there were some chairs he could sit in, over by the refreshments, but Kaidoh and Fuji and Ohtori were over there, and they looked (and thought) like they were having fun, so maybe he should leave them alone. Well… He waved to Sakuno with still slightly-invisible fingers and stumbled over to the chair farthest from those occupied by his sempai. He just barely made it, practically falling into the lawn chair, laughing at how he tripped over his own feet.

“I do say so, I’ll see you in class!” Smiling again, Sakuno happily attempted making her way back to An’s side, only stopping when she ran into a cowgirl? Blinking she continued on to steal a few more cookies and trip over her own boots, thankfully into An’s arms.

Bunta grabbed another spiked drink and made him way across the lawn again, beaming to himself, glad that he chose to wear flat cowboy boots~. He paused briefly to steady a munchkin that had decided that he was a nice wall to walk into and sent her on her way again. Glancing about and taking a sip, he bounced in his spot, targeting his next victim~, Grump!

Ryoma glanced up as he felt someone new approaching him – it felt like someone he knew, maybe, but he couldn’t get his eyes to focus quite right. He blinked a few times, but that didn’t help so much. He cocked his head as the person drew nearer – it looked like… a cowgirl? Or something… But he didn’t know any cowgirls. Especially not with hair that bright.

“D’I know you?” he asked, blinking again at the new arrival. He tried to tell who it was by listening to their thoughts… but that wasn’t working so well. He was getting an awful lot of how much Kaidoh wanted to die a few seats away, though. It was funnier than before, he thought, giggling behind one by now mostly-visible hand.

“Why, grump~! I believe I’m offended.” Mock-pouting, Bunta dropped down next to him, ruffling his hair and laughing at the cat-ears. Adjusting his hair, he pulled his clothes (what little they were) into order again, beaming. Grump was wasted, brilliant!

“How many fingers, sweetie~?” Grinning, Bunta added a few extra to his hand and waved them in front of grump, laughing.

Ryoma blinked again. “Seven?” he asked innocently, looking up at the cowgirl again now that she was closer. But it sounded like a he… and whoever it was, they’d just called him “Grump” and he knew he knew someone who said that a lot…

“Bunta!” He exclaimed, his fuzzy brain finally making the connection; right next to him, one of the garden’s groundlights suddenly went out with a small POP! Oops… he rubbed at his arm, feeling all tingly-staticy. That was… someone did electricity around here… Ohtori, that’s who was in his head now… “Wait… howcome y’re a girl?” he asked, blinking at the skirt. Boys didn’t wear skirts. That was weird.

“Yupandyay~! Yourememberedme, I’mtouched, butnotinthebad-wheredidhetouchme, showmeonthedoll-way! <3” Eyeing the exploding lights briefly, he glanced at grump again, not sure what had happened. Maybe his power was acting funny! Bunta attached himself to grump, snickering.

“Called a costume~, I’m allowed! PlusIlikeskirts. <3”

“…” There had been words – and lots of them, but Ryoma had only caught maybe every other one, so nothing Bunta had said made much sense to him. He squirmed in the older boy’s grasp, at least able to remember that the last time he’d been in such a situation, it had taken a lot of doing to get out of it. “Heeey,” he said sulkily, eyeing the bright pink-haired cowgirl attached to him. “Leggo or I’ll bite~” he giggled. That sometimes worked on Niou; he wondered fuzzily if it worked on other people too.

“Are. You. Slow. Tonight. Grump~?” Grinning, Bunta ignored the threat in favour of laughing and going for his hair again~. “What’cha up to, waaaay over here, without punch or Niou? <3” Leaning into the munchkin, Bunta snickered to himself, not quite sober either but grump did make a good crutch.

“He took my punch away,” Ryoma pouted, still squirming underneath Bunta’s weight. His back felt funny and itchy. “An’ y’re talking too fast,” he complained. “An’ you… think funny,” he added, the pout sliding away under another tiny giggle. “In pictures, it’s funny.” He tried to remember what Bunta’s power was… it was getting all mixed up with all the other powers he could feel, but… something about pictures, he thought. And… and making things… “Ooh!” He tried to think at his power to latch onto Bunta… he was right here, after all, and maybe Ryoma could just make more punch. He closed his eyes and opened his fingers just enough to fit a cup between his hands…. There was another pop and there it was, a new cup of punch!

“Aww~. And I am not. And… I can’t argue there but~! You’re the one thinking funny, not me! <3” Beaming at grump further, Bunta gave into the temptation of petting his hair again, snickering at the younger boy’s giggly-ness. He paused when he felt something though, not sure if the alcohol was making him more loopy then usual or… Blinking, Bunta eyed grump and his new cup - “… That’smypowernotyours~!” Grr, power-stealer!

Ryoma blinked up innocently, squirming beneath the hand in his hair. "Whaat?" he whined. "Y're right here, why can't I use 'em?" He downed half the cup of punch, but frowned. Hm. It didn't taste right. It didn't taste the same as the good kind that Niou had taken away. He stuck his tongue out and made the cup go away for now. "S'not the same," he complained.

“That’s okay then but asking first is good, ‘kay~?” And aww, the purring! Grump had just reached a whole new level of damn cute. Pulling him closer again, Bunta wrapped an arm around his and kept petting. “You don’t need to know, least not for ‘nother few years. Leave that to the experts~! Mmmexpertalcohol… <3”

"Okay, I'll ask first if you're nice…." Ryoma was finding it harder to think at all now - and he'd been fuzzy to begin with. But he liked being petted - it was nice. It made the warm floaty feeling even warmer, he thought. He squirmed a little, not sure if he liked being that close to someone who wasn't Niou, but… the petting… he liked. "Mmmbut it's good stuff!" he insisted of this "alcohol." "I think I like it."

“That’s good, grump~! I’malwaysnice. <3” Seemed like the munchkin was past gone now, Bunta scanned the area for Niou, wanting to get him back before he truly did pass out which wouldn’t be a good thing, he might drool! “I’m sure you do, but that’s the last you’ll have of it for a very long while, I’m sure.” Ruffling his hair again, Bunta wondered how the hell he was going to get grump back to where he came from – Niou.

"I don't think you are… I don't remember…" Ryoma purred, past caring now anyway. He was very warm and fuzzy and even if the back of the chair was digging into his shoulders, everything else felt nice and that was fine with him. "An' I dunno… I still think I like this… alcohol stuff…" he said, opening his eyes and pouting a bit. "I'll ask Niou f'r more later~" Maybe if he waited, Niou would forget why he wasn't supposed to have any and give Ryoma more. He'd like that.

“I am very nice, sweetie. You just don’t remember it~! <3” Snickering, Bunta rearranged grump so he was actually sitting up again, seeing as he had started a downwards slide with all that petting. Chewing on his lip, Bunta decided just to find Niou, no way could he move the munchkin like this, not when he himself was near-drunk as well. “I think you’ve had enough but I’ll go find Niou so you can ask him, ‘kay~?” Getting up, Bunta made sure grump wasn’t about to fall and went to hunt for Niou.

"Mm-hmm… okay…." Ryoma pouted at being set upright once more, if only because it meant no more petting. Mm, but Niou meant maybe more petting. And maybe more punch. So he guessed that was okay with him, he thought, watching Bunta wander off, lazily snatching his power again long enough to make one more cup of punch, just in case maybe he'd gotten that alcohol stuff right this time.