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Well... that'll teach me to lose my journal. You would think I'd have kept better track of it, but it looks so much like all the other books I had lying about. I really should return some of those. [He pauses for a bit as if looking around the room.] Oh well.

Looking back on what you've all done, you've certainly been busy! And now, at least, I know where the music has been coming from. More of you need to dance. It's so cute.

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[OKITA WILL DRIVE THE TRUTH INTO YOU LIKE A POINTED BLA--that sounds terrifying, never mind orz]

But I'm a samurai.

And I dance.

Are you sure?

[So long as it doesn't sound sexual. orz]

...I imagine you would qualify as a category all on your own.

[Souji's a creeper, but not like that. :( ]

Pfft, always so witty, Yamazaki-san.

[A pun like that would fly right over Susumu's head anyway.]

Less wit than an admittance of the truth.

[Okita would pretend it flew over his head and then make inappropriate jabs at the person until the end of time.]

Then thank you~ I like being apart from the rest.

[He really is a demon D|]

Hm.

...Just don't open the journal around me.

[Yeah, pretty much. :c ]

Ooooh....is that how it works?

[....OH GOD DID HE JUST- SDJKFHSDJF

..Okay. Okay. Informant, he's the informant. He's supposed to share this sort of stuff with his leader. Just act natural.]

That's my understanding, yes.

[WHY YES HE DID.]

I see~ Well, thank you for letting me know.

[FFFFFFUUUUU-

brb leaving the apartment and NEVER COMING BACK]

[He'll find you wherever you are, Susumu. You can't hide from your troll superior!]

[AAAAHHHHH YOU BASTARD HE'LL GO INTO THE MOUNTAINS AND CROSS THE DESERT AND NOT COME BACK EVER okay so he's just in the ceiling. Don't ask how he got up there, you're really better off not knowing.]

[....fffffff. In the ceiling. Well, you have to come down sometime for food and the bathroom. He can wait. He's very patient.]

[So can Susumu, he does this for a living. EVENTUALLY OKITA WILL HAVE TO SLEEP. Then he can come down. Totally. He'll wait.]

[Does he? Does he really? MAYBE HE'S A SLEEPLESS DEMO--no, okay, he will sleep eventually, but if he'll probably lay traps everywhere so the second Susumu moves around the apartment, he'll trigger the journals. Or something. He's horrid.]

[Wait... wait... wait... okay, he seems pretty asleep by now. Very silently, Susumu creeps down from the ceiling, taking care not to make a single sound as he drops down onto the chair that-]

[-WHA

IT'S NOT THERE-

-something slippery-

-OW-

-WHAT THE HELL IS

-O-o-oa-oa...

....SHIT.]

[If Okita happens to come into Susumu's room in the near future, he will find a rather obstinate ninja kneeling in the center of the floor, a single candle burning in front of him, the room in disarray from whatever evil trap was left in wait.

Susumu is meditating. Deeply. Ignore the twitching eyebrow and clenching fists, he's fine. He's not hearing a song in his head, oh no. HE'S TOTALLY MEDITATING.

Also the offending journal itself appears to be on fire.]

[WHICH JUST MEANS Okita will come in about ten to twenty minutes later.

Very carefully.

Meaning he opens the door a smidge and pushes his stuffed pig into the room first to check Susumu's mood. If the pig gets stabbed, he knows not to go in.]

[THE EYE, HOW IT TWITCHES. But to stab the pig he'd have to break concentration, and in breaking concentration he'd have to...

...d... da...

....

He leaves the pig alone. For now.]

[So the pig isn't dead yet. Let's try this one then.

A second pig shows up, this one wearing a hardhat. He sets it on top of the first one, building a little pig tower.]

[NOT LOOKING, NOT LOOKING, NOT LOOKING.

He hears what's going on over there, though. Don't think he's not aware of what you're trying to do. And he is not amused 8|]

[Still not looking?

Well, he's out of pig plushies.

...

Give him a few minutes, he's trying to drag the life-sized panda plushie out of his room.]

[TWITCH.]

...Okita-san.

[He'll acknowledge you, okay? But that's it. He doesn't want to look at you, he doesn't want to dance with you, he doesn't want to have a long and meaningful conversation about how Swedish crack dances are good for your hips or something.]

[Dammit, you had to wait until he had the panda halfway across the living room, didn't you. :|]

....yes?

[He peeks his head inside.]

...oh, you set it on fire. That's not very nice.

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[Voice] 3/3 okita you are in so much trouble

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