[Fast asleep in dorm b2, Yaiba does not want to wake up. It's his day off, which, really, aren't in any small supply, but anyway. He has a routine, and it is not the way of the Ryukomuso Kamui to be awake on a leisure day before 8:30 at the very earliest.
Then, after lazily rolling his face into the pillow, it clicks.
He bolts straight upwards, and reaches to his back for...nothing. His Ryukenden- his beloved blade - isn't there. In a panic, he gets to his feet on the bed, staring down everyone in the room with him, holding the phone in his pocket out like some sort of weapon, tail thoroughly bristled.]
You! Explain this- this Legend of Kidnapping!
[Give him a moment to calm down.
Once he has, and once he still has an hour, Yaiba wanders towards the dining area by sheer instinct. He's just kind of going by the cereal bins, bowl in one hand, other pressing against his glasses in deep thought. He seems to be muttering to himself, troubled, staring down the breakfast options. It's hard to tell how long he's been here already, or how long he plans to be.]
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Date: 2018-11-25 06:12 pm (UTC)Then, after lazily rolling his face into the pillow, it clicks.
He bolts straight upwards, and reaches to his back for...nothing. His Ryukenden- his beloved blade - isn't there. In a panic, he gets to his feet on the bed, staring down everyone in the room with him, holding the phone in his pocket out like some sort of weapon, tail thoroughly bristled.]
You! Explain this- this Legend of Kidnapping!
[Give him a moment to calm down.
Once he has, and once he still has an hour, Yaiba wanders towards the dining area by sheer instinct. He's just kind of going by the cereal bins, bowl in one hand, other pressing against his glasses in deep thought. He seems to be muttering to himself, troubled, staring down the breakfast options. It's hard to tell how long he's been here already, or how long he plans to be.]