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Keith ([personal profile] spaceassassin) wrote in [community profile] logs2022-12-11 10:19 am

catch-all

WHO: Keith + "friends"
WHERE: The Netherworld...? LISTEN. All over.
WHEN: December
WHAT: Event shenanigans + other
WARNINGS: Language??


( ooc: if you'd like to do something with keith ( doesn't have to be event-related! ), feel free to PM, msg/add [plurk.com profile] sevenhelpings or wildcard your own! )
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[personal profile] janescayre 2022-12-17 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fukawa squawks. They're not even five feet apart, what is the need for shouting here?]

Don't y-yell at me!

[Asshole.

When he jumps off she clambers on, praying that the stack of wooden offal won't collapse in a spectacular show of Murphy's Law. For once luck is on her side. She makes it to the top without so much as a scrape or slip. Now, to take care of this disgusting weed.

She slides the scissors under the leaves. Pinches the handles. The wooden rafter it clings to is instantly marred (how does Syo not slice herself open on these?), but the plant itself? Tough as steel.]


Huh?

[She tries again. Splinters fall loose, and not one leaf.]

Wh-what is going—

[♪EVERYBOOOOOODAAAAAYYY♫]

GAH!!

[She does fall then, as if blasted backwards by the booming tune in her ears. And directly at the bottom of her arc of descent is one Keith Akira Kogane.

All the while, the serenade carries on.

♫ROCK YOUR BOOOOOODAAAAAAAY

(yeee-aaaaah)♪
]
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[personal profile] janescayre 2022-12-19 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is an outrage. In the arms of a strange man being egged on to kiss by flying Kewpie dolls. Also, she's pretty sure he's insulting her. Kind of hard to hear over the OOOH-OOH-OOH-OOH ♪ in her head.]

Sh-shut up! It's b-bewitched, obviously! [She scrambles, not unlike a cat trying to dodge a bath. Her face has bloomed red and she is not taking note of how even this brief contact does more to warm her than the four layers she's packed on to spite the weather. Forget it! He's stupid! Not her type at all! What's with that mullet?

And she would never betray Byakuya-sama for someone so petty.

Once she's on the ground she squints at him. He's said something again. Even when yelling, he can't beat the boy band groove thumping in her brain.]


WHAT?

[OH MY GOD, WE'RE BACK AGAIN ♫

She winces and slams her mittens over her ears.]


M-make it stop! Where's that racket coming from?!
janescayre: (105)

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-12-22 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[His volume finally punctures the funky grooves, only to tell her what she already knew. It had to be them. The sprites. They were the culprits!]

Th-those scheming pipsqueaks, [She growls. They're singing something at them, but they have to compete with the Backstreet Boys at the peak of their careers, and that's no mean feat.] Shut up, will you?!

[She scoops up a handful of snow and lobs it at them. She misses by three feet. God.

We're gonna bring the flavour, show you how
Got a question for you better answer no-oow, yeah yeah ♪
]


Enough!

[Her tiny hands snarl into the front of Keith's coat. Her scowl is legendary, their eyes twitch in terrible synchronicity.]

I am not listening t-to this garbage pop music for the rest of my life j-just because of you! ["Life" is a flexible term. She has no idea how long this will last, or how many sprigs have been laid up all over town, but she's seen enough to know they're in a minefield. Deep in enemy territory. There is no escape.] You b-better fix this! Right now! Or else!
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[personal profile] janescayre 2022-12-24 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Can't believe she already lost all the keith points she's earned? This is too difficult, going to find a different s-link to level up.

But first:]


L-let go of me! Pervert! [It's different when she's the one getting grabbed. Fukawa's twisting her wrists, wresting loose with a grunt of fury. The sprites are supremely disappointed.] You th-think I want to kiss anyone?! Least of all you?

[She steps back with a tight huff. The song is still blaring in her ears but she grits her teeth and bears it through. So obnoxious. So vulgar! So infuriatingly catchy.]

Th-this place is hell enough already without some stupid c-curse making it worse. And in case you haven't noticed, this mistletoe crap is spreading faster than well-watered bamboo. There is no escape. So j-just—

[Her hands flap in impotent fury.]

Just g-get this over with already!