Masaomi Kida (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
generalflirt) wrote2011-05-03 06:33 pm
generalflirt) wrote2011-05-03 06:33 pm
Entry tags:
- @archie kennedy,
- @freyjadour falenas,
- @gold,
- @kouki wakahisa,
- @michael blanc,
- @minato arisato,
- @shikamaru nara,
- @shuri oak,
- @trafalgar law,
- after the battle,
- incriminating evidence; the post,
- mikado: platonic life partner,
- mikado: unfairly taken,
- tales of the white hoodie,
- yaning it out,
- ♥: anne shirley,
- ♥: fenimore xelhes,
- ♥: kaori iwanoki,
- ♥: katara,
- ♥: ranka lee,
- ♥: selphie tilmitt,
- ♥: toph beifong
~♥NINETEEN♥~
[Voice / Action]
[This morning Mikado is gone.
More pressingly, his computer and most of the things in his room are gone too. Masaomi stares at it for a long while through the hole in the wall (covered by a sheet) dividing their two rooms when he went to check on Mikado today. As it stands... well. Well. There's a few possible conclusions, and they all fly into his head: kidnapped, kidnapped by someone else? Seduced-? all of them leave a foul taste in his mouth. Thus, eventually, he flips open the journal. His tone is flat, with an unhidden hint of threat in it-]
Have any of you seen Mikado Ryuugamine?
[... But he's too antsy to focus on just that. Instead, he's going to hit up all the likely hang outs- he's going to hit up all of the friends of Mikado's he knows the house/apart numbers of. Archie Kennedy, Anne, Shuri, Selphie. For good measure, he then will go to people he wonders might be useful - the clinic to see if he can't find Law-san or someone else there and then around to look for Shikamaru, even though he doesn't know where he lives. By the end of the day, he's just going to be looking in the windows of all the houses he can, and then going to the apartment doors of everyone he can and knocking on their door... progressively feeling more and more like hitting someone or something.
SO UH. Run unto him wherever ! He's feeling insane]
[This morning Mikado is gone.
More pressingly, his computer and most of the things in his room are gone too. Masaomi stares at it for a long while through the hole in the wall (covered by a sheet) dividing their two rooms when he went to check on Mikado today. As it stands... well. Well. There's a few possible conclusions, and they all fly into his head: kidnapped, kidnapped by someone else? Seduced-? all of them leave a foul taste in his mouth. Thus, eventually, he flips open the journal. His tone is flat, with an unhidden hint of threat in it-]
Have any of you seen Mikado Ryuugamine?
[... But he's too antsy to focus on just that. Instead, he's going to hit up all the likely hang outs- he's going to hit up all of the friends of Mikado's he knows the house/apart numbers of. Archie Kennedy, Anne, Shuri, Selphie. For good measure, he then will go to people he wonders might be useful - the clinic to see if he can't find Law-san or someone else there and then around to look for Shikamaru, even though he doesn't know where he lives. By the end of the day, he's just going to be looking in the windows of all the houses he can, and then going to the apartment doors of everyone he can and knocking on their door... progressively feeling more and more like hitting someone or something.
SO UH. Run unto him wherever ! He's feeling insane]
action;
Urgh. You're just like Katara said.
action;
action;
Look, do you actually need something, or are you just here to be annoying?
action;
[He laughs here, taking a few steps past her and away from the house]
action;
Yeah, he better back up.]
action;
[With another deft leap back, grinning a bit]
action;
[She says this rather matter-of-factly.]
action;
[And now slinking on back to the path]
But-! I guess I don't have more to do here besides be with you, so if you're practicing, maybe I should go.
action;
Yeah, you had better go before I change my mind about the knuckle sandwich.
[And now she's blushing. Oh man, he is so dead.]
action;
[And with a laugh, he's off. Yes, that worked. He kept it nice and flippant, she didn't know to question him on his actions, he wasn't buried. Score.]