RP Log (Short Tags): Bunta, Niou, Ryoma

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Dated: Tonight, 1/8
Rating: G (some crack)
Summary: Bunta comes to see how Ryoma's doing. If you want to know what's wrong with him, this is the log for you. <3



[Niou]: Hello, Bunta. :D What occasion graces us with your presence? <3

[Bunta]: Wanttoseehowgrumpisdoing~! <3

[Ryoma]: ::living grumpily under his blanket::

[Niou]: *steps aside* Please, make yourself at home <3

[Bunta]: *skipsinside, eyeslump~!* You killed him? D:

[Niou]: ...who, me? <3

[Ryoma]: ::flatly:: I'm sick.

[Bunta]: Yes, you! D: *goestositonlumpYAY!* Aww~!

[Ryoma]: Goway. >>

[Bunta]: NEVER~! <3 *tugs blankets!*

[Ryoma]: o.O ::tugs back:: Stoppit!

[Niou]: *grin~grin; sits on floor* <3

[Bunta]: NO~! D: *TUGTUG~!*

[Ryoma]: ::tries to keep them firmly over his head::

[Bunta]: *tries option B ~ WRIGGLINGUNDERTHEMTOO~! <3*

[Ryoma]: @.@ STOPPIT! ::curls up::

[Bunta]: Notbemean~! *stopstopout* D:

[Ryoma]: ::curls up tighter::

[Niou]: *pokes bunta in the cheek* Don't pout <3

[Bunta]: He's being mean though~! *poutsmore*

[Niou]: Aww, sweetie~ that's just him. ;D And perhaps this mystery illness on the side <3

[Ryoma]: I'm sick. Leave me alone.

[Bunta]: *petslump~!* Aww. D: But I wanted to talk. *woe*

[Ryoma]: Then talk. You don't have to be under here to do that, do you?

[Bunta]: There's this thing called polite-ness! :D It's where two people can see each other when they talk. Wonderful, isn't it! <3 Outnow. D:

[Niou]: *pets ryoma through the blankets* Is it really that bad? I mean, Bunta here's a girl and all <3

[Ryoma]: ... FINE. ::pulls the blankets back just enough to expose his face. Better? >>

[Niou]: *chu-on-the-cheek*

[Bunta]: Alittlebetter. <3 *tugsblankets~!*

[Ryoma]: o.O Hey! ::grabs them:: Stop! You can see me already!

[Bunta]: NOTENOUGH~! *poutpull!*

[Ryoma]: No! Stoppit! ::pulls back::

[Bunta]: *PULLTUGGRR~!*

[Niou]: *sits on Ryo's feet* You don't look sick, Ryo-chan..? <3

[Ryoma]: You're gonna rip it! Stop.

[Ryoma]: I am sick.

[Bunta]: *chewsonblankets~!*

[Niou]: *amused~*

[Ryoma]: ... Eew. Stop it already.

[Bunta]: Outthen~! D:

[Ryoma]: NO. What's the big deal?

[Niou]: You're hi~ding~ D: <3

[Ryoma]: I can hide if I want.

[Niou]: Yes, you can, but it works the other way too, doesn't it? <3

[Ryoma]: Not in my room.

[Niou]: *eyes Bunta; grin* That could be arranged <3

[Ryoma]: ::hides all the way under the blanket again:: No.

[Bunta]: Outoutout~! D:

[Niou]: Damn <3

[Ryoma]: Why is this such a big deal?

[Niou]: Isn't that what we should be asking you? <3

[Ryoma]: It's not so just leave me alone.

[Bunta]: Grump~! Pleeease. D:

[Ryoma]: How many times do I have to tell you no?

[Bunta]: D: *crawlsofftofindtheTOESforTICKLING~!*

[Ryoma]: adwerfefnrfhvu what are you doing?! ::squirm::

[Niou]: *amused* <3

[Bunta]: TICKLING. D: *DOESSO~!*

[Ryoma]: STOP! ::squirms more::

[Ryoma]: ::flail::

[Bunta]: IWILLWHENYOUGETOUT~! :D

[Ryoma]: It's nothing anyone wants to see so go away! ::flailflail::

[Bunta]: Ido~! D: OUT.

[Ryoma]: No. ::pouts and curls up::

[Bunta]: *stops* ... *sniffle*

[Ryoma]: ... You're going to cry at me.

[Niou]: ... *wanders off for tissues*

[Bunta]: *sniffle* Maybe. *wipeseyes~!*

[Ryoma]: I'm not coming out if you cry at me.

[Bunta]: If I stop will you~?

[Ryoma]: No. >>

[Niou]: *pops tissuebox atop Bunta’s head*

[Bunta]: *takesit, cries~!*

[Ryoma]: . . .

[Niou]: ...

[Bunta]: *sob~!*

[Niou]: *eyes Bunta, omgbadacting?-style*

[Ryoma]: ... That's not going to work. ::pulls blanket up again over his head::

[Bunta]: *wipeseyes* Dammit. D: *RIPSITOFF, GRRRCRANKY~!*

[Niou]: *laughs* <3

[Ryoma]: o///o!! Give it back! ::curls up to hide the fact that he’s starting to look pregnant::

[Niou]: *eyes blush~! <3*

[Bunta]: *drops it on the floor, crawls onto bed to poke!*

[Ryoma]: Stop it! It's not funny. ::tries to curl up tighter::

[Niou]: Aww, Ryo-chan <3 You're still cute. ;D

[Bunta]: I know. D: *pets~!* <3 Youare. ;D

[Ryoma]: I want it to go away ::looks embarrassed::

[Bunta]: Give it awhile and you never know~!

[Niou]: What? D:

[Ryoma]: ...o.o ::suddenly isn't so sure that was the right way to put it::

[Bunta]: *grinsinnocently~!* <3

[Ryoma]: Gimme the blanket back. ::still blushing::

[Bunta]: *hops up, grabsitandwheeeee, outthedoor~!* Never. :D

[Ryoma]: o.o ::devastated::

[Niou]: *strokes Ryo's back (while it's open)* <3 Bunta, he's not going to have a baby, though. (<-no question)

[Bunta]: D: *attemptssnuggletherapy!*

[Ryoma]: Holyshit. No. I'm not.

[Bunta]: You never know what will happen, Niou. You never know. D:

[Ryoma]: I'm not. I can’t.

[Bunta]: It's really painless these days! D:

[Bunta]: CutyourightopenandTA-DA~!

[Ryoma]: . . .

[Niou]: *grins at Ryo* There you go, then <3

[Ryoma]: Have I mentioned no? Because. No.

[Bunta]: They'll even hide the scar so you can wear bikinis after though! D:

[Ryoma]: ... Shut. Up.

[Niou]: *sniiicker~*

[Bunta]: It's all your fault anyway. D:

[Niou]: *eyes Bunta*

[Ryoma]: It's not anybody's fault because nothing is going to happen.

[Niou]: *strokes Ryo's hair* Love that logic <3

[Bunta]: TOOLATE. YOU'VEMESSEDWITHNATURE. D: *smacks Niou*

[Niou]: *no hesitation: smacks back*

[Bunta]: *ISAGIRL* D: OMG.

[Ryoma]: ... Who messed with nature?

[Bunta]: You did. D:

[Niou]: *headtilt* OYG?

[Bunta]: ... *smackshimagain*

[Niou]: *smacks-back!* :\

[Ryoma]: ::to Bunta:: Oh, like you didn't. ::eyes him warily::

[Bunta]: ... These are natural. D: *hugschest!*

[Niou]: *deadpan*

[Ryoma]: Well this isn't.

[Bunta]: Shutup. THEYHAVEFEELINGS. D:

[Ryoma]: Yeah. Well. So do I. Give me the effing blanket back.

[Bunta]: You're a boy, you don't! Soshush.

[Ryoma]: You're supposed to be. Who the hell showed you how to fix... that? (Because I did.)

[Bunta]: I'mallwoman, dammit. D: ... SOMEONE. D:

[Niou]: *amused*

[Ryoma]: You weren't born that way. >>

[Bunta]: WAS. D:

[Ryoma]: ... You don't make any sense. ::still trying to hide::

[Bunta]: I do too. D: *gives in, drapesBABYblanketover* <3

[Niou]: ...aww, isn't that sweet? <3

[Ryoma]: ... I hate my life.

[Niou]: *snicker* <3

[Bunta]: You just didn't get enough pickle in your ice-cream, dear. <3

[Niou]: *grin* You deserve another smack for that.

[Ryoma]: I don't want to eat weird crap and I don't want to look like this and I want to know what the hell happened. ::grumps::

[Bunta]: *EYESNIOU* Aww, what I'm sensing here is a "weight-issue". Do you not like how you look? D:

[Niou]: *snerk* Look who's talking <3

[Bunta]: *SMACK!* D:

[Niou]: *smacksBACK!*

[Bunta]: *TEARSUP!* D:

[Niou]: <3

[Bunta]: *EYES*

[Ryoma]: No. Because I'm not supposed to look like this.

[Bunta]: Aww, honey. You're that not fat! D:

[Ryoma]: ... ::pout::

[Niou]: She speaks from a relative perspective, Ryo-chan <3

[Bunta]: *patpatsgrump* <3

[Ryoma]: No. I'm not fat. There's something kicking me from the inside. ::looks sick::

[Bunta]: *pokes his belly~!* Hmm.

[Bunta]: Bad dinner? D:

[Ryoma]: . . . ::glare::

[Bunta]: *leansin!* HELLOINTHERE. D:

[Niou]: *wanders off for bowl*

[Ryoma]: I hate this. o.o;

[Niou]: *pops bowl on Ryo's head* I should get some paper towel too, hm…

[Bunta]: ... *movesfarfaraway*

[Niou]: *snicker* <3

[Ryoma]: ::breathes:: I think it's okay.

[Bunta]: Does he project? D: DoIneedanumbrella? D: *EYESGRUMP*

[Niou]: Oh, gee, I don't know, given he's a mutant and all... *strokes Ryo's hair*

[Ryoma]: Shut up. ::rolls over::

[Niou]: *uses him as a pillow* <3

[Bunta]: It'll be over soon. <3

[Ryoma]: Soon would be, like, yesterday.

[Bunta]: Ornextweek~!

[Ryoma]: Yesterday's better.

[Niou]: *settles the blanket properly* Not so long <3

[Bunta]: Can't go back in time either. <3

[Ryoma]: Just let me find someone who can.

[Bunta]: D:

[Bunta]: Don't mess with time, it's MESSY. D:

[Ryoma]: Try me. Do I look like I care right now?

[Bunta]: Underneath that expression of violence, you do. D:

[Niou]: *snicker!* <3

[Ryoma]: I feel sick, is what I am.

[Bunta]: I'msorry. D:

[Niou]: *amused*

[Ryoma]: No you're not or you'd fix it.

[Bunta]: ... *eyesotherthings*

[Niou]: *chews on Ryo's neck* <3

[Ryoma]: ::sighs, half-purr:: ::eyes Bunta:: This is probably your fault. >>

[Bunta]: *pout~!*

[Niou]: *grin* <3

[Bunta]: *eyes~!* <3~?

[Niou]: *wink-grin* <3

[Ryoma]: ... What are you doing?

[Bunta]: *winksback!* <3~! Nothing, grump~.

[Ryoma]: Sure. Sure it's not. ::doesn't believe him::

[Bunta]: *skipsovertosquashthemboth* It'snoooothing~! D:

[Ryoma]: -_-;;

[Niou]: *fake!crushed-to-death*

[Bunta]: OMG~! *shakesNiou* D:

[Niou]: *phases out and falls to the floor through the bed~!*

[Ryoma]: ::eyes them with some mild interest::

[Bunta]: *FLAILS~!* OMGOMG~! NOWWELOSTTHEBODY. D:

[Bunta]: GETASHOVEL! ANDARUG.

[Bunta]: *HUNTS~!*

[Ryoma]: ... ::isn't sure whether to laugh or not::

[Bunta]: *CHECKSUNDERGRUMP*

[Ryoma]: o.O Hey! What're you doing?

[Niou]: *quiet snicker; waiting for somebody to step off beds*

[Bunta]: LOOKING! D: *checksunderpillows*

[Ryoma]: He's not in the bed.

[Bunta]: OMG. D: *LOOKSUP*

[Ryoma]: ... He doesn't fly, either.

[Niou]: *reappears through bed behind Bunta; breathes a little air up skirt; ducks back down*

[Bunta]: ARGH~! D: WHATWASTHAT. *hopsoffbed*

[Ryoma]: Maybe it was a ghost.

[Niou]: *grabsankles!* <3

[Bunta]: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHOMGOMGOMGOMG~! *FLAILPANICARGH~!*

[Ryoma]: ::deadpan:: Didn't I tell you? My room's haunted.

[Bunta]: *STARTSSHRRIEKING~!*

[Ryoma]: ... Ow.

[Niou]: *rolls over; leaves room via wall*

[Niou]: *comes back in via door (with Ryo’s blanket)*

[Niou]: Bunta, you scream way too loud. D:

[Ryoma]: Yes. Yes you do.

[Bunta]: *curlsintoaball* GHOSTS. *flail*

[Niou]: Really? <3

[Ryoma]: ::to niou, sarcastic:: Yes, you know how my room's haunted. ::glances at Bunta::

[Bunta]: *SOBs, BALLPOSITION, ROCKSBACKANDFORTH~!*

[Ryoma]: ... You can stop now, you know.

[Niou]: *blankets with Ryo's blanket*

[Ryoma]: ... Heywait!

[Bunta]: *CRIESUNDERBLANKETOVEREVILGHOSTIES~!*

[Niou]: *grin~grin*? <3 *wraps Bunta up like a spring roll and attempts rolling him out of the door*

[Bunta]: *SHRIEKFLAILSLAP*

[Niou]: *kick!*

[Ryoma]: ... Bunta. Get a grip.

[Bunta]: *KICKED, CRIES~!* No. T_T

[Ryoma]: YES. You're hurting my ears. ><

[Bunta]: *crawlsoutofblankets, looksatthem* D:

[Niou]: *beams at him in the way that people with bleeding eardrums do* <3

[Ryoma]: Now that we're all deaf...

[Bunta]: Ihateyouall~! T_T

[Niou]: Pardon? :D

[Bunta]: Love~? D:

[Niou]: :D?

[Bunta]: *EYES*

[Ryoma]: ... Can I just get some sleep? ::eyes Bunta:: You'd better not tell. Anyone.

[Niou]: *sniiicker~!* <3

[Ryoma]: I'm serious. Neither of you.

[Bunta]: Sure. <3 I won't, munchkin. Promise.

[Niou]: *blows a kiss over* As if I would <3

[Ryoma]: Fine. ::rolls back over and curls up::

[Bunta]: *attemptsstealingNiou*

[Niou]: *grin; stolen!* <3 *tugs blanket off Bunta and throws it back across the room*

[Ryoma]: ... Whatever. ::pulls it back over his head::

[Bunta]: <3~! *dropsastuffedkittyongrump, makesabreakforitwiththestolengoods~!*