-49 [accidental voice]

[fortunefail]

[There's a dull thud as Yuan's journal hits the ground and apparently falls open. This sound is drowned out, though, by the following scream;]

AAAAARGH! WHY ALWAYS THE CURTAINS?!

[The poor man has just returned from a few hours of training in the forest to find that Zoisite had a bit too much fun decorating while he was away. It's not just the curtains, which now have a cheery flower pattern. There's several vases scattered throughout the house and the tablecloth also supports this flora design. Just wait 'till he sees the fuzzy carpet in the living room.]

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[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[Oh Yuan. Zoisite, who had been relaxing onto the couch after an eventful few hours of decorating, jerks away at the sudden scream. After determining that that was simply the cry of an infuriated house-owner, he settled back down and lifted a hand up, examining his nails for any sort of dirt.]

Welcome home.

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[fortunefail]

[His eyes narrow to tiny slits. The amount of anger can't even be fathomed right now.]

I'll deal with you later.

[Because after exclaiming the fate of his curtains to the rest of Luceti, he may have some explaining to do. It'll take a few minutes for him to gather up his journal and dismiss possible curiousity the other residents might show. Depending on whether anyone cares, of course.]

[whiporkindness.livejournal.com]

*Ken's voice is still somewhat raspy from straining it when he shouldn't have been talking at all, but it's audible.* What's wrong?

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[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[Naturally. This one is just going to get comfortable and ignore any possible noise that might ensue. He's rather pleased with himself today and absolutely nothing can ruin this mood.]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan's going to try and deny everything, making sure this new decoration style doesn't fall into the journal's "view".]

Nothing. Nothing's wrong.

[whiporkindness.livejournal.com]

*Given Ken's taste, he actually might not mind it :/ But he knows the signs of denial from being in it for so long himself.* Are you sure?

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[fortunefail]

[We'll see about that. After (hopefully) getting rid of nosy people, he's going to storm into the living room.]

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[fortunefail]

[Aaand freeze in his tracks at the sight of a collection of creepy little glass kitten statues. Where the hell did you even get those, Zoisite?]

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[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[just don't ask, you probably don't want to know.]

Yes?

[fortunefail]

Yes. I'm positive.

[Now, to think of a perfectly plausible excuse...]

The curtains fell down. I should get those fixed.

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[fortunefail]

[He's just wondering how to best formulate his thoughts. Hm... Oh, this should do it;]

What the hell were you thinking?

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[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

You said I could.

[he's simply experimenting, don't mind him. It's a shame that your house has to suffer through this.]

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[fortunefail]

I was assuming you'd have proper taste.

[Oh lords, is that a heart-shaped cushion?]

[whiporkindness.livejournal.com]

Oh. Do you need *A slight cough.* help?

[fortunefail]

No. And from the sound of things, you shouldn't be out helping people anyway.

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[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

Are you saying there's something wrong with the way I decorate?!

[bristle, bristle, he'll eat your face. B|}

[whiporkindness.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. I just strained my voice when the Malnosso brought me back.

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[fortunefail]

The house looks like it's being inhabited by an elderly woman.

[And he means that in the nicest possible way. Really.]

[fortunefail]

When was that?

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[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

Well, you do act like an old hermit.

I think this house suits you now.

[whiporkindness.livejournal.com]

Saturday. I've taken almost as bad before, though. *Granted, then he was using the Dark Seed...*

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[fortunefail]

[buuurn.]

... Don't think we're keeping all this junk.

[fortunefail]

Then obviously, you should still be resting.

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[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

Why not? I know we are.

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[fortunefail]

My house, my rules. If you like flowers so much, you can keep them in your own room.