hageshii | Violation 0.27 - [Action/Accidental Voice] (Backdated)

[Early in the morning on Sunday, after the event, the journal is knocked aside and starts broadcasting the following. There is no image or video, but everything below is transmitted for all to hear:]

"Morning, sunshine."

"Lotte... Just five more minutes..."

"Right. Five more minutes."

"M-M-M-Mister Goroh?!"

"You're in my bed."

---EXTENDED VERSION---

[Morning came much as it always did. But unlike the mornings of the last week, Goroh felt a little older and sore as his eyes opened. He'd normally sit up and stretch out, but for the damndest reason he couldn't. Not only was his mind preoccupied by the fact he couldn't remember the night before, but there was something heavy and covered with hair resting on his shoulder. At first he thought nothing of it, but then realized how odd this was given he hadn't shared a bed with anyone in a long time. After a moment, he decided to see who exactly was keeping him pinned to the bed. It's not that he didn't enjoy the company, he just felt it would be more to his advantage to know who he was with. So he moves his shoulder a bit to try and wake her.]

Morning, sunshine.

[Litchi's nose wrinkled up as her warm pillow of sorts started nudging at her. Still mostly dreaming, she let out a small noise, half-sigh, half-whine.]

Lotte... Just five more minutes...

[And with that, she just grumbled quietly and started to drift back into her dream.]

[Litchi was it? Well, last Goroh checked, his name wasn't Lotte. Wasn't that a woman's name? That... would explain a lot.]

Right. Five more minutes. [Hey, it wasn't like he couldn't enjoy them.]

[There goes that dream again. Litchi mumbled a bit, starting to wake up for good this time.

And suddenly, it dawned on her that the voice she had heard definitely did not belong to who she thought it did originally. She cracked one eye open cautiously.

Pause.

Sharp gasp. Stammering, she tried to scoot away and ended up nearly falling out of the bed.]

M-M-M-Mister Goroh?!

[Now able to sit up, he does so and lets the sheet fall from his bare chest. He doesn't know why they're in the same bed, but he can probably guess why.]

You're in my bed. [He doesn't sound particularly bothered by this.]

[Snatching up the sheet to keep herself covered, Litchi just scoots a little further back. What happened last night?!]

Y-you-- I-- W-what--

[After taking a look around, he does confirm one thing.] You tell me, Litchi. This is my room.

I... I don't... What happened? [Why yes, that is a distressed squeak in her voice.]

[Flatly: ] We're in bed together. I think it's pretty obvious.

But I don't remember...! [Oh god, have to get out of here. Feeling around on the nightstand for her glasses. Knocking things over.]

[Goroh says nothing. He just leans up against the bedpost and pats the nightstand on the other side, retrieving a pack of smokes that hadn't been used in a week. He'll just light one up now.]

[Can't find the glasses, but she has found a t-shirt. While he's distracted lighting up the cigarette, she pulls it on hurriedly -- doesn't even notice it's backwards -- and just takes off.
This is a mild panic.]

((ooc: Action is for anyone at the house or concerned enough to come knocking. Tags will be answered by either Goroh, Litchi, or maybe both!))

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[Litchi tenses up at Goroh's question, turning to glare at him. From far off, just about everything is too blurry to make much out, but she's making the effort.

She's sure nothing happened last night, but the Boundary is so quiet for once that she can't catch any echoes to confirm it. And she knows, somewhere, there would be an echo to answer her question of what in the world happened last night.

...Nevertheless, she's blushing indignantly. Well done, Goroh.]

Mr. Goroh, don't be like that! David isn't feeling well; I'm just trying to help.

[Goroh doesn't seem bothered, he just walks past them into the kitchen to get breakfast.]

What happened, Dave. You hit the liquor too hard, last night?

[He's trying to shake off that headache a bit, but now Goroh's voice is coming through. And most of the implications from before? Straight over his head. He's not coherent enough to focus that much yet.]

I don't even remember. [A mild groan.] ...Probably.

[Litchi sighs. Don't get so worked up. It's exactly what Mr. Goroh is fishing for.]

It would certainly make sense...

[Meanwhile, Goroh pokes around in the fridge.]

Huh. None of the booze is even gone.

...How could that have...?

...None of it?

[He checks the cabinets to be sure, before confirming it.]

None of it.

[Thirteen rubs his temples again. Trying to think just makes his head throb more.]

I don't get it... then... were we at the bar?

I don't remember going to the bar at all... I only remember being here last night.

And then we woke up in bed together. [Yeah, obviously Litchi mentioned that to Dave already.]

...Wait, what?

[No, he didn't really get a rise out of him, he's too wiped out for that. He's more like wondering if his ears are working.]

[She hasn't been this red in a long time. Unconsciously tugging the t-shirt lower to cover herself better, she frowns at Goroh.]

M-Mr. Goroh, I... I really don't think anything happened...

[He considers that and shrugs. He gets started on some fried rice.]

Hard to say, ain't it? Now that I think about it, none of us were quite ourselves back then.

[...Not ourselves...]

...Has anyone checked on Tsubaki?

I'll go see if she's feeling alright.

[If she can even find the right room. Seriously, where did she put her glasses?]

[Goroh snorts in amusement.]

Be careful. The big scary Imperator might get pissed about you disturbing her beauty sleep.

[Thirteen gives the slightest bit of a chuckle at that, though immediately regrets it when pressure in his temples flares up a bit.]

She's not that bad, Goroh.

[She gives Goroh a wry look.]

I'm sure I'll be alright.

You two can say that. I'm the no good outlaw here, remember?

[Though he's not worried about her in the slightest.]

Too bad you don't have the Stingray for a quick get away.

[He knows he's not worried. But it's more fun to keep up the charade.]

[Litchi just shakes her head, fighting off amusement, and just goes to check on Tsubaki.]

I've never been the type to run from my problems. Stingray comes in handy for people who feel differently. And the cash prizes. Those are nice, too.

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