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[IamanElfCollaborator]

Yukari shrugs.

Just then, Monsieur Pierrot and Herr Schmidt poke their heads in.
That is NOT Tabella.

No.

He just woke up in TA!Medea's bed.

[Empiricist]

"Ah greetings good sirs, shall we boldly accost the agency now?"

[kj1225]

Now he's even more confused.
"Who's room am I in?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Possibly. By the way, congratulations on your relationship, Herr Montanari und Fräulein Kikiuchi."
Medea shifts.

This is bad.

REALLY BAD.

[kj1225]

"What the fuck? What the fuck. What the fucking fuck?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Medea's beginning to wake up.

[Empiricist]

"Why thank you dear Herr Schmidt."
Florencio hears Kyle.
He knocks on the door of Medea's room. v

[kj1225]

Kyle just sits there. I can think of another person named Kyle who'd like to be in his position.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((Got the fonts wrong, Emp.))
Yukari blushes, but nods.

Gaston opens the door for them.
"Shall we be on our way, mes Amis?"
"Uhh...."

[kj1225]

"I have my pants on right?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

....no.

[Empiricist]

"Am I interrupting something?"
Lucinda nods and heads to the agency which ought to have a name.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

The Shooting Star agency it is.
Medea looks around blearily for her glasses.

[kj1225]

"You're interupting me after I apparently entered the wrong room and then... I lost my pants."
Kyle gets out of bed to look for his pants.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

They're in Tabella's room. Along with his underwear.