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[EVENT] Log for Prince and Princess Teams

Who: Everyone
When: Monday, September 5
Where: Everywhere
What: The Prince team is ~~getting their mack on~~ saving the Princess Team
Warnings: PG for kisses~

Oh Prince Charming,

Help, for the princesses have fallen asleep under an evil spell! It's up to you to wake them up with a single kiss. If you don't wake them up in time, they will perish and fall victim to the evil witch who did this to them.

Yours,
The Rulers

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Silence from him - he was obviously trying very hard to just not flip his shit from the close proximity to the other. But that exclamation had him rolling his eyes (almost audibly - yup, that's how hard he rolled them) and half-turning to stare at the bomber. Only to see the cut dress refusing (oh the insolence of these Rulers-- he would slaughter them, bleed them dry tear them apart with his teeth) to, well, move. Even with the tugging from Gokudera.

"... I'll slaughter them." The deadliest hiss from him. Oh, he's flipping his shit, all right. Listen, he didn't even use his signature catchphrase! That's how angry he is.

Someone needed to be papped. Too bad papping was unbeknownst to him, so he couldn't do it. But all was well because Gokudera had everything under control anyway. Or at least he hoped so. "Slaughter 'em after we get this shitty dress off of you," he remarked impatiently, nudging his shoulder in an effort to turn him back around. "Maybe if I shred it a bit more, it'll come off more easily." Unless it decided to do something creepy and bizarre. "So, quick moving and stay still. I can't work in these conditions." And, when he said "conditions," he meant ones where he had to work with only one hand since the other was preoccupied with a fresh wound.

An actual growl rumbled through his throat, but he obeyed reluctantly, pressing his lips together in a thin line. Getting this dress off was his first priority. Second was to see that Gokudera did not bleed all over his nice clean floor.

Third was to kill off these blasted Rulers. How he hated his life right now.

Good boy.

Deciding to change his tactic, he returned to the top portion of the dress to cut through one of the sleeves all the way to the cuff. He repeated the same step on the other side before he attempted to yank it off of his companion again. "Do I have to cut it into pieces or what?" The aggravation in his tone was apparent as he once again failed. It was like the fabric wouldn't budge just from a few snips.

"Alright," he said with renewed determination, "if that's how it's gonna be, then that's what I'm going to do." Brace yourself, Hibari. He's getting stubborn on this one.

Twitch.

Clearly the bomber wasn't doing something right. No material should be able to remain in place after being butchered like that. But, if this was another demonstration of this so-called magic, then it was a waste of time to try and get tird of it, wasn't it?

Nevertheless, he was still very keen on getting at least a part of this horrid outfit off. So it wasn't much of a surprise when he stayed still for Gokudera to do (or try to do) exactly that.

His patience was wearing thin, though. If the bomber failed to get it off, then he'd just have to tolerate the dress for the remainder of this... curse.

Welp.

Apparently, he couldn’t get the outfit off after all. He had tried every single tactic that had popped into his mind and it seemed the dress wouldn’t budge no matter what he did. If he didn’t call it quits now, Gokudera was pretty sure it’d just waste away his entire day. At least he’d managed to make it less frilly though, so it wasn’t a complete time killer.

“It’s stuck.” What more could he say? Placing the scissor down on the counter, he gave a light shrug of his shoulder, “Don’t think there’s much else I can do. Besides, I need to fix up the rest of this mess.” He gestures at his wound before he began the disinfectant process. Prolonging it would be a bad idea and he wasn’t about to spend any more minutes moving all of the materials to his own room. Guess the Cloud Guardian will just have to deal with his presence for a bit longer until he finishes dressing his injury.

Oh man.

Yes, less frills was a lot better, but still, he'd have preferred to have the dress totally off. Oh well, he'd guessed he'd have to stick with this outfit in any case until the end, so this was a slight improvement.

Now, back to the bomber... Hibari turn back around to watch for a few moments, before rolling his eyes and holding out a hand impatiently.

"Give it here." He has a debt to Gokudera to repay (for at least managing to get rid of some of the dress, if not all), so he might as well bandage the other man up. Even if it was originally him that had caused the wound.

What an unexpected turn of events. He was surprised by the offer if not a tad bit wary as well.

Of course, from what he had deduced of Hibari's personality over the years, he should have expected as much. He had witnessed his "paybacks" before after all. Handing the necessary items to him, Gokudera muttered his thanks relenting to his care for the rest of the dressing.

It was actually better this way since it'd have taken him a lengthier time if he had to do it by himself, and he suspected his companion didn't exactly want him in his room for much longer than it'd really require of him.

His hands are quick and efficient, used to treating wounds (his own, no doubt - letting another person touch him, even to treat wounds, was not something that he could stand); the touch is cool and impersonal, but not rough, even as he finishes disinfecting the wound and picks up the gauze to start bandaging.

When that's done, he packs everything away neatly into the kit, before straightening and fixing Gokudera with his customary glare.

"Now get out of my room." Should've expected that.

He had definitely expected that, and he was more than happy to oblige. It was one thing to stay in someone's room to finish up tending a wound, but it was an entirely different story to remain there after all was taken care of (especially if that "someone" happened to be responsible for said wound in the first place).

"Don't have to tell me again," he remarked lightly, already making his way out. But, as he'd stepped into the corridor, Gokudera turned around long enough to grant him a vaguely grateful smile before closing the door behind him.

~~The End~~

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[EVENT] Log for Prince and Princess Teams

/grins. (... In bed. ;])

-Shakes out his hair, sending water flying in his direction.- [ Preferably nakkid. ~ >u> ]

/Hibari uses UMBRELLA! (Been taken care of already. ;])

PFFFFFF. Cheater. [ obby that's hot <u< ]

All's fair in love and war!~ (Come to bed, dear.)

Really now. You're going to use that line on me. REALLY. <x< /sliiips into bed with

Yes. It worked, didn't it? ;]

Oh, shoosh you. =w=

You can't boss me around, dear. -u-

No, of course not. It'd just be plain silly of me to ever toy with that sort of thought.