mayfield_rpg | Genius Prince 16

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Genius Prince 16

[A; Action; 1488 Kramden Road; reaaaally early in the morning; locked to housemates]

[For the past few days, this young prince has slowly been getting his normal body back. Fingers and eyes regenerating, tail withdrawing....it had felt quite, well, not nice. Actually it had been rather painful. And nothing he'd like to deal with again.

But now, as he comes through the house, finally back completely, there's a happy and wide smile on his face. Not that grin you're used to seeing, but more of that a kid his age should wear when they were truly happy. He doesn't look anything like a pro killer right now.

Plus, he's got his box weapon back. Not the means to open it, but the box is one step closer to getting Mink back. ]

[B; Action; 1249 Williams Road; still insanely early in the morning; locked to Niou]

[Coming in through the window, Bel look around the room. It's still early, really early, so he's not exactly surprised to find Niou in bed.

With a wide grin, he jumps from the window and onto the bed, landing on top of Niou. Hope you don't mind the rude awakening. Besides, he's already busy poking Niou's face and touching it, with his newly regenerated fingers. ]

Hey, wake up!

[ Is it even possible not to wake up from that pounce? ]

[C; Action; all around Mayfield; afternoon; open for all]

[ Bel's been moving around town all afternoon, and if he spots someone he knows, or just talked to once, even those he knows hate him, he comes up to them just to stare beneath his backs, smile wide on his face. And happy as he is to have his fingers back again, he's also going to touch anyone who gets close enough. Nothing inapropriate, but probably unsettling for many. ]

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[ It must be really insanely early in the morning, because Niou's usually awake by about eight. Early bird gets the worm, yada yada.

Usually when things pounce on him, it's his six pound cat. Not an entire person. So, of course, he sits bolt upright, curses slipping from his lips, and his hands automatically reaching up to grab Bel's wrists.

And be lucky he actually grabbed your wrists and not something else, kid.

Take in this extremely rare sight. Niou, his hair down and unstyled, eyes wide and surprised, clothes rumpled and face slightly flushed. The last time anybody saw him like this was during his last heavy make-out session, which feels like forever ago.

He stares for a moment before letting out a short sigh. ]

Good mornin' to you, too.

[ Eight? Psh, that's not early at all. Sometimes he had started work at four in the morning (well that would be if he was in the middle of a mission, not on the first day)

And he's looking. Looking quite closely, actually.

The grin's just widening, and he wriggle his fingers. ]

I'm back to normal!

[ It's early for a fifteen-year-old boy who plays tennis. But, still, nobody wakes up earlier than Sanada. Niou swears he doesn't sleep.

He doesn't look as surprised now that he knows nobody's trying to kill him. But still looking quite disheveled. And maybe not quite completely awake. ]

I can see that. [ He stares at Bel's hands, then moves his own up from Bel's wrists to his fingers so he's holding them instead. ]

[ But Sanada's a robot. Robots doesn't need sleep.

He giggles, and moves his fingers a bit. He's had a hard time keeping them still since he got them back. ]

You're pretty cute when you've just woken up~

[ Of course. How else could somebody wear the same facial expression all the time?

He scowls a little at that. It's only a half-hearted scowl. It's too early for a full-blown one, plus being called cute doesn't upset him that much. He actually likes it more than he hates it. ]

Kittens are cute. My captain's little sister is cute. I don't think I fall under the category of 'cute'.