[ one on one; adoraтιon and ᴋιтsuтensнι ]

[adoration]

{ Argh, slow reply again, sorry. >u< I keep going on little hiatuses, and then when I return work and all decides to take the time to pummel me. It's frustrating, but I think Spring's giving me my muse back. cx And for Summer, I just can't wait! Though, I do warn you beforehand, as the end of May nears, along with the beginning of June, I might get caught up in classes for a bit. End term exams n' stuff-- sucks, don't they? I'll still try to reply quicker now, though. c:
Anyways, shall we be skipping to the morning soon? }


Folding his arms across his chest, Hikiro swiveled around and leant back against the counter lining the kitchen walls. For a split second, as he humorously watched the brown haired royal, he swore he saw her expression flicker to some new emotion. Agitation? Frustration? Well, he couldn't blame her; not having her memories must've been a big damper to her day. Taking a glance towards the kitchen door, he saw that Minako and Yata had fallen asleep on the couches. It made him wonder how Minako felt about the situation as well.

Turning his attention back to Kari, a brief thought came to mind as she looked over the milk jug; maybe they were amnesiacs? One of those people that went around forgetting their memories every day or so. But that didn't make everything add up. There was no way they could've snook into their dorm, especially if they were amnesiacs. Amnesia might've been a possibility, but not frequent amnesia.

"Well, you can pretty much toast anything in it," he explained in a matter of fact way, as he leant over and rested his arms on the counter next to the toaster. "Like bagels and stuff of the sort. But it pretty much only does that. It's not an oven or anything of the sort, so there's not too much you can do with it."

Her next question was a little... outlandish, but he made no comment about it's abnormality. The pause between her questions made him curious though; did she have a fear of anything rotten? "If it sits around for quite a while, yeah, it will." As the piece of toast slipped up, he took it out of the small metal box, before turning and heading to the fridge. Pulling it open with a brief tug, he pulled out some butter, before grabbing a knife as well.

And after only a few seconds, the butter was almost evenly spread across the piece of warm bread. Putting the things he had gotten out away, he returned to where Kari stood with the toast in hand: "Tada," he said, with an amused grin adorning his face. Leaning down, he handed it to her with a reassuring, "You can eat it, you know."

[kitsutenshi]

((Spring's giving me back my muse too, even though it kinda just comes and goes. At least it's starting to stay longer than my attention span! I can't wait for summer either, then I can stay up and watch anime all night long ever night! :D Only bad thing about summer is bugs, more specifically, stink bugs. They were really bad that one summer, I think they snuck over from China, they ruined my whole summer that year T~T They were everywhere!! Couldn't go outside without fearing that they'll swarm me.
I think skipping to morning would be a good idea. You can do it if ya like.))

Kari frowned when his answered turned out to be a yes and she responded with a displeased hum. So both her and the toast were rotten, no wait! She wasn't rotten, of course not, people were just lying and they tricked her into think that. With little interest she watched him take out the toast and butter it, Kiro didn't think she was spoiled rotten right? Of course not! Kiro is my servant, he'd never think of me like that! She answered herself, deep down hoping that it was the truth. But there was no reason for doubt, because it was the truth, she had said so! She was to be king after all, and whatever the king says, goes.

Kari couldn't help but grin when Hikiro came back with the buttered toast, saying 'Tada'. Tada, just the sound of that word manage to cheer her up. A simple word making a simple person happy. Her happiness didn't last too long though, that conceited jerk just had to lean down. And so she snatched away the toast with an indignant huff, standing on her tippy-toes to make herself look taller. "You should kneel when you hand something to royalty." She said, rolling her eyes as if he was the one acting like a little kid. She ended up smiling once more before patting his head. "Good try, good try. After a little more practice, you'll get better at serving me."

She took a small bite out of the toast, she would've taken a bigger one if she hadn't decided to share with Aru. Oh yeah! She had to share with Aru before the toast rotted! How long did it take for the toast to rot? Kiro had said if it sat for quite a while, but she wasn't sure how long that really was. It's better if I get goin' now, or else it may rot before I know it! She stood still for a moment after the thought, reluctant to leave. If she left, then she would have to go back in that room and under the bed. It would be lonely, even with Aru, he couldn't talk after all. "Nighty night." She said, lightly smacking his cheek with her free hand, not even she knew why she did that, before scurrying to the other room and under the bed. Hopefully she hadn't kept Aru waiting.

[adoration]

{ I'm really sorry that I didn't reply to this sooner. >u< Since Summer came around, I've been really busy, mostly with a ton of trips and the sort. But that aside, here's my reply! I'll do the skip to the next morning.
And also, I've been considering remaking the public version of this, since a few people from the old versions suggested it. Just a heads up, in case I do. }


It was bright. In fact, too bright. And it annoyed the half-asleep Minako as much as the color white did. Hiding her face down under the blanket she had around her shoulders, she let out a disgruntled grunt before returning to her sleepy haze. All the while, it remained unknown to her that brightly colored figures were swarming over her head-- curious flames taking on the shapes of koi fish.

Even so, the light still didn't go away, even when she had her face covered with the warm piece of cloth. Groaning, she rolled over and said in a commanding yet sleepy tone, "Yata, get rid of the light." She didn't live here, so it wasn't like she knew how to do that.

While Mihi was off tiredly commanding Yata, Hiro came out from his room with half-lidded eyes. Shuffling past the colorful figures swarming the air without even a glance, he went straight to the kitchen. It was always this way in the morning-- Hiro would be wandering around, only halfway awake, and Yata would be the only one actually waking up.

Sticking his head out of the kitchen now with a piece of toast in his mouth, he half-heartedly called over to Yata, "Classes this morning," Sparing a brief glance to the now fading figures in the room, he squinted his eyes some before nonchalantly shrugging to himself, and retreating to the kitchen once again. For all he knew, he was probably still shaking off sleepy hallucinations.

[kitsutenshi]

((I don't mind that you've taken quite a while; I love roleplaying with you so I'm willing to wait a while~ ^^
Third time’s the charm, huh? :3 I'll be more than willing to join if you remake it once again! I just hope that doesn't mean an indefinite pause for our 1x1 while the public roleplay is active.))

Yata sighed softly, whether it was becoming a habit or it had always been one the boy couldn't tell, it seems Minako's now awake and already bossing him around. He had been awake for, what he assumed was, twenty minutes. Laying on his back with his arms raised and holding onto his pair of glasses while gently brushing his thumb against the crack on his lens, Yata had tried to figure out their 'royal' problem and he managed to come up with a few points: there was no way they could send the two girls back unless the television decided to glow again, which meant that there was a big possibility that someone from 'their world' sent them here; the two should not, ever, be left in the dorm alone together, else they wanted broken furniture and a dead or missing royal; lastly, neither of the girls should be out in public until they learned how to act properly.

"One cannot get rid of the sun." Was Yata's comeback, nevertheless he slowly rose to close the curtains. "Also, the light means that it is time to get up." He added, feeling as though he was lecturing a kid. Combing his fingers through his ruffled hair, he placed down his glasses and headed for the window. He may be almost as blind as a bat, but, after stumbling around the coffee table, Yata managed to safely reach the window. The curtains were closed and Hikiro stated something so obvious and normal that Yata had forgotten to consider it; they had classes today.

Well that certainly clashed with point number two. Do not leave them alone together. "Someone is going to have to stay and watch these two." He pointed out with another, yet more annoyed, sigh. Yata turned and as he did so a bright, blurred light brushed up against him, searing his cheek. Heart almost leaping out of his chest, he fell back, swearing under his breath as he nearly knocked into the table. Multiple quickly fading shapes of burning light were floating in the air - how did he not notice until now? - and when he finally managed to fumble his glasses back onto his face, they were gone. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. What he saw and felt was absolutely not normal, Yata concluded whilst rubbing his cheek, that meant it had something to do with the two girls.

Kari sneeze softly after waking to a loud thud coming from the other room, why was she sleeping under the bed again? With a groan, the girl soon remembered that she had fallen asleep playing with Aru. She crawled out from under the bed, swatted her clothes to remove the dust, gently rubbed her tired eyes with loosely curled fists, and fixed her crown so it properly rested against her head. With another soft sneeze, she glared at the bed; Minako probably cursed it when she was laying on the thing. "I'll teach that shorty not to mess with my sleep." She puffed before strutting out of the room.

"Kiro, I'm hungry!" She whined, making her way into the kitchen. As she passed, she made sure to glare obnoxiously at her rival and spitefully pulled the blanket from her face. "Wake up you priss." She growled under her breath before scurrying into the kitchen, snickering to herself. Messing with Mihi can lift anyone's spirits! Her belly rumbled silently as she sat on top of the kitchen table. "Kiro, feed me!" She impatiently ordered with an irritable frown.

[adoration]

{ Aha, that's a relief! c: For a while I started to think this would die since I posted so late, but I'm glad you want to continue it! cx
And yeah, hopefully. xD If I do remake it, I'll probably try to make it a bit more orderly this time-- in my opinion, the major reason it died both times was because of how chaotic it all became, discouraging people to post. I'd have to figure out a way to prevent that, perhaps by shortening the amount of characters that would be allowed. ouo
For now though, I'll probably hold back on remaking it. I've been currently caught up in my new RP, The Paradox, and I plan to create another new one soon called 'Regret'. It'll be about a small group of friends in high school, who all get letters from their future selves, which claim that one of them will die. As day by day passes by, they'll each get a new letter every day, with suggestions on how to prevent it. }


Mihi let out a small groan as the curtains were opened, letting in even more light. She wasn't always this way in the morning-- it was just the fact that she had been horribly irritated and somewhat... down the night before. Her whole mood felt off, though she still squinted here eyes open to stare at the fuzzy material covering her head. With the corners of her pale, dewy lips lightly falling downwards, she stared at all the millions of minuscule holes in the blanket, each which let in a little bit more of light.
Of course, her one moment of silence was ruined by that brat, as the blanket was yanked off of her head.

"Oh, look at that, I'm already awake," she hissed after the retreating brown-haired girl. How obnoxious, flamboyant, and horrible she was! To think, they even-- they used to be friends!
Impossible, shaking her head, she crossed her arms with a small huff. Where did that thought even come from?

Whilst Mihi stood up and picked up the blanket, Kiro watched as Kari came scurrying into the kitchen, as if a mouse smelling cheese. Sluggishly looking at the brown-haired royal, all the while pulling his blanket further around his shoulders, he absent-mindedly watched her for a while.
"Oh, food," he mumbled, reaching up to one of the cabinets. Pulling out a bowl and a spoon, he headed over to another cabinet and the refrigerator. Soon enough, he had made himself a bowl of cereal. Though, it wasn't for Kari, even if she was demanding for him to feed her.

To tired to attend to Kari's wishes, he trekked past the kitchen counter she was sitting on, heading to the living room. Sitting down, he leaned back into the plushy furniture before he started to eat his breakfast, eyes half-lidded and barely paying much attention to anything, though he did comment on Yata's note; "Yeah, doesn't seem like they'd be able to take care of themselves either."

"Wait wait wait, I can take care of myself perfectly fine," Mihi objected, folding her blanket in her arms as she looked at the tired Kiro. "I'd be fine here, if that brown thing over there would be able to put a cap on her obnoxiousness for once."

[kitsutenshi]

((Hopefully shortening the amount of characters will make the roleplay more orderly, wouldn't want it to die again.
I checked out The Paradox, it sounds cool and very confusing. Haha! People from a whole bunch of different timelines coming together, who wouldn't freak out X3 It's really interesting though; all you have to do is give the people swords after filling the world with monsters, then it can be a video game! Cx
Regret actually reminds me of this one manga I've read, Orange. It's similar, yet kinda different.
Procrastination is horrible, I should've replied two weeks ago; hehe, sorry ^^'))

Kari watched curiously as Hikiro fiddled around in the kitchen. She was a little suspicious, he hadn't said anything to acknowledge her yet, but maybe if she was patient then he'll make her something super yummy! Servants always liked it when their master was patient, right? But once he finished making the food he still hadn't said a word or even looked at her; the boy had ended up walking right passed her and out into the other room and Kari didn't bother to watch him leave. If she did, he might turn around and notice her holding in tears with a childish pout; after all, her servant did just ditch her to hang out with Mihi. "Stupid Minako!" She spat, she could hear the older girl's insults. "I'll show you who's the thing; I can take care of myself too." She grumbled, getting up to rummage through a cabinet that she was sure Kiro just went through.

"I highly doubt that." Yata commented, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sat on the floor. A headache was starting to form just by thinking about staying back with the girls. "Considering your memory loss and your constant quarrel with your...friend, leaving you here alone would not end well." He continued before turning his annoyed gaze to Hikiro. "I believe it's your turn to watch them, Hero. After all, I had to stay with them while you hung out with our friends." Not to mention, he didn't feel like missing any classes just to watch a pair of girls. Of course, if they did turn out to have strange powers, like what he had experienced just moments ago, then it would be smart not to leave Hikiro alone with them. I'm sure Hikiro will be fine. He thought, determined not to let the boy convince him otherwise; though he expected little argument out of his friend, he certainly was not a morning person. Loud crashes and a frustrated scream came from the kitchen and Yata groaned; Hikiro just had to leave the unruly girl alone in the kitchen.

Kari hadn't meant for all the bowls to fall on the ground, well she did, but she didn't think they'd break into pieces! The bowls she wanted were on the second shelf and, because she was the important one, she wanted the one on top of the stack. She was only able to reach that specific one with her pointer finger while on her tippy-toes, she couldn't completely reach it and pull it out. It looked strong and it felt hard, so she didn't think they would break, honest! Her idea was to stick her finger in the bowl, pull it down, and catch it. She didn't realize that the other bowls would all fall with it; and as they fell a couple had smacked her in the face, leaving an angry red mark right where her forehead met her nose. With a groan, she had covered her face with her hands and backed up, only to step in the shattered pieces of the ceramic bowls. Where are my shoes?! She groaned in frustration once more, drawing out the sound until it turned into a scream; while her feet were getting cut up and bleeding, she had remembered that she left her footwear under the bed where she was sleeping. "This is all your fault!" She yelled once more, deciding to blame Kiro and Minako. If Minako hadn't stole Kiro away, or if Kiro had made her food before being stolen away, then none of this would have happened. She painfully made her way back to the counter where she had been sitting and climbed up to sit on it once again, watching as bits of blood dripped from her feet. She made no move to remove any of the shards, she wanted them to see what they had done then beg, plead, and grovel for her forgiveness. Hopefully the fact that she was trying, and barely succeeding, to hold back tears would them feel even more remorseful and indebt to her.