cosmic-thing:

Oh, sir, I can justify everything I saayyyy. What kind of house keeper would I be if I couldn’t, riiiiight?

[Haruko takes a good look at his frog hat, and scrunched her nose. Looked pretty worthless in her book. Not something she could even sell! Damn, this kid has to be worth something to her. Haruko paced around him,] Hmmmm… hmmmmmm…. You drive a pretty hard bargain, but I’ll CUT TO THE CHEESE and we’ll make a gouda deal, alright? Just take off that hat for a minute or so and—!! !! !! I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!!!!

[And in the flash, Haruko dashed off, fully intending on returning with a fabulous surprise. Ooooh, she hasn’t done this in what felt like forever! The alien cackled as she ran away from the frog-hatted boy.]

Fran scoffed as he reluctantly took off his hat. “Here you…GO?!” The kouhai flinched as the girl instantly grabbed the hat and dashed off, running to who-knows-where. It took the illusionist a few seconds to think about what he just did.

Fran -> Took off frog hat.

Fran -> No frog hat on head.

No frog hat on head -> death by knives.

He paled, and yelled back, “Where are you going?!”

cosmic-thing:

…

[The loud girl slides forward and hastily gets in his face. A smirk travels across her lips] You don’t saaaaaayyy? [she rubs her chin and slithers around him] You know, I have all the reason int he world to be noisy, but I’m not so sure about you, hmm~? It sounds to me you’ve got a stick up your nose! Or in your bum or in your toes? It doesn’t matter to me where you stick a stick as long as it sticks there long enough for me to STICK IT TO THE MAN, mhm mhm.

Besides, [she backs off and picks her ear, mostly uninterested] you don’t look like you have anything I’d want anyway. [raises an eyebrow at him] ..Unless you’re feeling a little—

KIND—???

The illusionist backed away a bit as the girl advanced towards him. “Lady, if you can justify those ‘reasons’ then I concede.”

He observed the girl; and he could tell she wasn’t the ‘girly-polite-type’. No, not at all. In fact, she was the exact opposite. Her ‘earpicking’ just confirmed that fact.

Crossing his arms, Fran monotoned, “Ah, I’m poor y’know. Unless you want to take my frog hat. It’s aaall yours.”

cosmic-thing:

[The pink haired girl attempts to sound amused] I sleep for like 2 weeks straight, and it seems we’ve already got some recruits. I’m not really surprised or complaining, you know? It was like a cake with no fudgy layers in the middle, or a sky with no aliens hovering around above you.. like me! [Suddenly bounces around the grass and twirls] HAAAAAA~! I’d say it is nice to be back and Back in BLACK, but you know… somethings really never change, do they? So many new heads, but none look worthy to crack like an egg. [pouts]

Damn, and I thought some new blood might draw in some people withthe big bang in them. Maybe someone who actually has some balls to show me it. BUT ALAS— OH, THE TRAGEDY, IT SEEMS AS THOUGH I AM BUT AN ALIEN FOREVER IN NEED!! If only I could find the person with the head to do something about this!

OH!

OH!!

HOW I WISH I WAS MORE BLESSED IN THIS VIDOE GAME WORLD OF STINKY HUMANS WITH WORTHLESS BRAINS!

//Covers ears//

Sheesh, lady. You are nooooiiisy.

Listen, you sleazy little shit, if you say one more word to this enchanting young lady—….. ~ponders… hmm…. that’s a good question~

HEY.

degenerateprince:

Belphegor shrugged and lunged himself at the frog, practically throwing himself over the smaller male. “I’m on the first floor, so we don’t need an elevator ‘or something’!”

There was absolutely no way Fran was going to just drop him off, however. Belphegor was going to make him stay, regardless of his monotoned complaints. They could strip and dry their clothes a few stories up in the empty rooms, then cuddle under the blankets provided to the beds. Although Fran probably wouldn’t cooperate so easily.

Using his brain for once, Belphegor carefully thought up multiple ways to get Fran into his room— or rather a room. Of course, more of the ideas were him forcing the poor boy into the room, and locking it so no one else - not even the roommates - could enter. But then that might result in him getting in trouble with the KMC for tampering and losing rights to his box animal.

The illusionist stumbled a bit as his senpai climbed onto his back. “Then I guess I’m dropping you off at your door. I still have to get upstairs and ch— cha— ACHOO! —change clothes.”

Fran sniffed and walked towards the exit, silently admitting to himself that he was glad to get out of the place. As they—he —walked, the prince kept snickering to himself every two minutes. The kouhai ignored it at first, but after a while, he noticed the perverted tinge hidden underneath that ‘innocent’ laughter.

I hope he’s not thinking what I think he’s thinking…

The kouhai violently shook his head and soon, got into the apartment, no longer dripping wet, but still cold. He staggered towards the lobby and looked at the room assignment chart. Once they arrived, the kouhai tried to shake the prince off.

“Nee~ fake-prince senpai. Get off. We’re here.”