fortunefail | -65 [Action] ((Backdated to Sunday evening))

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-65 [Action] ((Backdated to Sunday evening))

[Abhorrent amounts of snow are falling in Luceti and Yuan is hiding out in house #8's living room. He's in a relatively bad mood, but the weather isn't to blame for that. He's seen worse blizzards in Flanoir. No, it's his housemates. The both of them. Zoisite alone was already a bit of a pest, but adding Kunzite to the mix makes them insufferable.

He's pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. Well, that was... unexpected. Who could that be in this weather?

OOC: Post is reserved for Bradley and Agumon, but if you want your character to drop by for some random reason, that's cool.]

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[Well, points for effort.]

Don't worry, we'll be really good! We'll stay quiet and won't touch anything, and we'll barely eat anything.

[Ha. Hahaha. Not likely. But at least he has good intentions?]

Thank you for letting us stay here, sir.

Yeah, yeah.

[You're somewhat out of luck there, kid. Yuan doesn't have any snacks or other fast food in the house. Just the default breakfast, lunch and dinner necessities. Nonetheless, he'll head over to the kitchen cabinets to find something, because that gurgling didn't sound too healthy. ... He's got fruit?]

[Oh boy, is it eating time already? Agumon's just gonna waddle after Yuan and give the hem of his shirt a tug.]

Blue guy... I can have some too, right?

[Oh, the shirt tugging definitely doesn't go appreciated and if they pay attention, they'll surely see Yuan's face contort. Still, he won't comment on it. He refuses to lose his temper just yet, anyway. Instead, he'll reach for the fruitbowl and hold it out to them.]

Just take whatever you like.

[He doesn't quite realize that may be a stupid thing to say to two starving people.]

Thanks, blue guy!

[Oh, Yuan. Poor, naive Yuan. Agumon instantly scoops up a handful of fruit and begins shovelling it down like it's going out of style.]

A-Ah! Be careful you don't choke, Agumon.

Thank you again, sir.

Mm...can I ask what your name is?

[Hungry little fellows, aren't you? That nearly-empty bowl is going back on the kitchen counter. Looks like Yuan's going to have to stock up on food again once this storm is over. In fact, if it doesn't pass soon, he'll likely have to brave the blizzard himself. When Selim asks his question, he just raises his head slightly.]

It's Yuan.

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