→ 004; [action]

[trashed]

[Luceti is just bent on torturing him. If he ever got any major gain, he'd just end up getting pulled back down to earth.

HAHAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE--

Anyway.

He's having just a bit of bad luck today, seeing as how...well, every time he tries to walk through a doorway, he ends up in a trashcan. It'd happened several times already, and as of yet he hadn't exactly been caught by anyone.

But it was getting really annoying. Whatever Luceti was doing now needed to knock it off.

However, as he tries to enter his own apartment again...

He finds himself in another trash can. Where is he this time? Outside your house? Inside your house? In the trash can underneath the sink...?

Either way, I hope the trash can's not too dirty! Don't freak out too much, either. He won't bite.

Wait, yes he will.

...Engage at your own risk?]

Comments

[trashed]

What else would I mean?

[And with the staring. This is just making him even more irritated--as if he wasn't already.

He pushes himself out and gets up, brushing himself off.]

And will you stop staring at me?!

[trashed]

[Good. He's just trying to get the garbage out of him, because...ew. This is gross.]

What do you mean by flavor, anyway?

[trashed]

[Too bad for Ginji, then.]

If I had any say in it, I wouldn't even be here.

[trashed]

I'll wash up when I get home.

[He doesn't want to spend more time here than he has to. Also, accepting help from Ion? Yeah. Right.]

[distressedude]

All right, if you're sure. [Ion's not about to insist an angry Sync stay in the house longer than necessary.]

[He just... points him towards the door. He can give that much help, right?]

[trashed]

[That's probably a good idea.

Also he's going to just...march off towards the door, without another word. Because really, he doesn't want to be here.

But as soon as he goes into the doorway again--

He disappears, and reappears in the trash can.]

Damn it!

[action]

[trashed]

[...What. Why would he even--]

No! I'm not looking for food! I don't know how I even got in here!

[UGH.]

[action]

[catus_carnival]

It's because of the spearamint, I think.

[captain obvious to the rescue]

[Action]

[trashed]

[At least he'd seen her coming. He'd had enough of getting beaten here, so he just rolls to the side, towards her, to dodge the attack.

...Don't mind him, he's just going to kick out his leg in an attempt to trip her. Maybe then she'll calm down.

But she started it.]

[trashed]

[When he gets pulled up, he uses it only temporarily before he snatches his arms away. He's rude.]

Apparently so. [Said more like a 'duh'.] It just likes to make my life miserable.

TAKE ME KAYE /SWOONS

[trashed]

[He's always involved with lost causes what are you talking about.

Oops. Did he just knock the trash can over?

Sorry. He's just trash after all. ]

[action]

[trashed]

[. . .What?]

Spearmint?

[action]

[catus_carnival]

The things the Meowlnosso do that mess everything up!

[It's experiment, Tao. Experiment.]

[distressedude]

[Ion jumps a bit when Sync suddenly disappears, but then whips his head around when he hears Sync curse and... sees him once more sitting in the garbage can.]

Has this been happening to you all day? [He can't even mask the sympathy in his voice. That's rough, buddy.]

[presumablyalone]

[Well that's all right. But Seto is going to be picking a piece of garbage off his shoulder and dropping it back in the trash.]

I-I'm sorry... I know the Malnosso's experiments aren't always nice to everyone. [ ... ] Has this been happening to you all day?

[cilantro]

Oh? What I mean is that you seem to have shades of an adamant personality--a distinctive quality, or "flavor" perceived by a person's particular tastes, so to speak.

[Which could mean he more or less was calling you "stubborn" a moment ago for not accepting his help.]

[dissonates]

The door's right over there, feel free to use it.

[He says as he points to the kitchen sink. He may or may not be a little disoriented from all the noise. |D]

[Action]

[bubblywishes]

[Wait, did she miss? Was that a pers--HI, FALLING. Norma squeaks and tumbles right over, falling with a loud crash on her rear end. Thankfully not her back, she's known that kind of pain already, and the wings don't help at all. But yeah, her butt is more sore than Moses' in the Ice Monument now.]

OW! Jeez, that hurt, you-- [...kid. In her trashcan. Norma gives him a once over before glaring and rubbing her aching rear.] ...Jeez, you got the brunt of this shift, didn't you? I'd say sorry, but I can't bring myself to right now. Whoops.

[trashed]

...You pointed to the sink.

[Just because he feels the need to tell him.]

[action]

[seleniahymn]

I'm certain it did. [Except her tone is rather light as she turns the page of what she was reading, if it had been anyone other than Tear it would have been deliberate mockery.]

Do you intend to stay in here to avoid being transported elsewhere?

[action]

[trashed]

...I think you mean the experiments, idiot.

[He's not the nicest person around.]

[trashed]

[Don't feel sympathetic to him man. That's just making things worse.]

I think the answer's obvious.

[So he's not going to answer, really.]

[Action]

[trashed]

[At least he hadn't gotten hit again. So when she finally realizes what's going on, he grumbles under his breath.]

No kidding. [He huffs, sitting up and brushing himself off. Now that...she didn't look like she was going to come after him with a frying pan.] Whatever, I I really don't care on whether you apologize or not.

[He just wants this to stop happening.]

[trashed]

[He may or may not be looking at Cilan like he just sprouted two heads.]

But why flavor? Flavor is used for food.

[action]

[trashed]

[UGH.]

No! I'm not staying here. [He just. Has to figure out how to leave...]

I don't care if I get transported somewhere else. Just as long as it's not here.