wildkotetsu | 6 • Kotetsu T. Kaburagi • [Action/Voice]

[The first sensation Kotetsu feels is pain: a headache, which is already pounding away at his temples; there's just darkness at the moment. He can feel that his eyes are closed, hearing an inhuman sigh--a lion?--and it's pretty weird because it sort of sounds like it's coming from himself. But that wouldn't make sense. It's a few minutes later that he feels his body twist and change, but he can't snap himself awake despite his mental efforts. When he finally cracks open his eyes, he's acutely aware something is really weird.

That is, he's laying on Barnaby's couch naked. With a collar hanging off his neck. With no memory of how he got there.

...

Oh my christ.

He leaps up in horror, throwing a blanket off him. For some reason, his balance is weird, because he feels like two legs just isn't enough; there's a crash as he collapses forward into the table, knocking his journal around--just a short, horrified sort of message is sent out in the process--]

What the hell--

Where are my cloth--

[Ooooouuurgh. He feels his stomach churn--must've been the food he last ate, not that he remembers, and he slaps a hand over his mouth, stumbling to his feet as he drags the blanket with him. In no time he's in the bathroom leaning over the toilet, retching the last remains of a particularly not!human meal. Just gonna... sit here for a second. Phewwwww.]

[Voice]

[Okay. Once things are all sorted out and these hangover symptoms of his experiment are settled, he finally realizes he accidentally sent out a voice message over the journals. Can't let it be just that, since... you know, he didn't want to worry anyone with terror. So he composes himself, itching his hairline in embarrassment. He's finally remembering bit by bit of his tiger experiences. Huh. Weird.]

Naa, I guess I... uh, was pretty weird these last two weeks. If you ran into a tiger, thanks a lot for keeping me company!

I hope I didn't cause anyone too much... trouble...

[He's thinking of you specifically, Nami.

Aaand he groans, rubbing a hand across his face.]

I'm never eating meat again.

[Which is a total lie, but whatever. He'll be out and about if you want to meet him in person; the grocery store, to apologize for wrecking havoc on their deli while he's there, to the restaurant to get some real food in his stomach, and then maybe the orchard to make sure it's not... completely... ruined. :|]

[[ooc: replies will be delayed! Just wanted to get this up on the day it happens. :)b]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[SCRUBSCRUBSTACK

SCRUBSCRUBSTACK

SCRUBSCRUBSTACK

SCRUBSCRUB—

...

... `_`]

W-what?

Are you alright?

Of course I am!

[Just thinking about my homelife is all!

Heh. Heheh!

... Oh god, what if he ends up a dishboy after he retires. Kaede will disown him! Naa, that can't be. He's good at other things, right? Like... Like...

... Manual... labor.

But hey! Some of those sorts of jobs are fine! Besides, he completed high school, so it can't be too bad, since he's a hero... Not that... anyone would know that...

'_']

Just a little hyper, or something. Yeah.

Just don't get so excited that you break anything.

Hey, I don't break that many things! [Except those debts say otherwise... BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE THUMBS UP] It's nothing I can't handle!!

Alright.

[He has orders to attend to, though before leaving he gives Kotetsu a quick rundown]

Wash 'em and stack 'em over there on the rack. [He points next to the large drying rack located next to the sink] If you run out of shitty dishes, go ahead and dry them off. Someone else will take care of the rest.

[See? Easy.]

[Jeez, he wonders if you're capable of not cursing randomly. :|a

BUT HE'S READY FOR WORK.]

No problem! I'll have 'em nice and sparkling for your customers in no time!

[And he gets to work, scrubbing with a focused brow drawn together. This won't take long at all, I'm sure!! Nooo problem!]

[Alright, Sanji is gonna leave you alone for about 30 minutes.

... Is the kitchen still standing when he gets back?]

[30 Minutes: The Kotetsu Story--

SCENE 1

Seventh Heaven's kitchen: enter Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, master dishwasher. He whistles while he works, like something out of an old Disney movie--]

Baaaaaah, this is taking forever! How do these things keep stacking back up?

[Alright so this isn't as fun after the first twenty minutes.

Can I stop and eat something? Mrrr. That's probably a no.]

[he itches the back of his leg with a foot, still working, still working

Hrmmm, fingers are getting all pruny, gross--]

[squeak squea]

[Wait a second. He stops with a plate in hand.]

Hah?

[That sounded like an animal.]

Edited 2012-01-30 03:41 (UTC)

[He spins and checks out the place, but nothing is suspect.

...

This is acceptable to me--]

[--UNTIL HE TURNS AND REALIZES HE IS ABOUT TO STEP

ON A CUTE

LITTLE

WOODLAND MOUSE]

GWAH—

[HEROIC MANEUVER, HEROIC MANEUVER]

[He flies backward and hits the shelf of plates, and it sways sideways and you know it's going to fall--he puts his hand out and stops it, his other arm keeping him from falling over. A plate--one lone plate--slips off the rack--

But he is determined.

WILD TIGER CHOMP!!!

Bingo. Plate is successfully rescued by mighty teeth grip.]

[ And this is literally what Sanji walks in on. ]

-- [Oh dear god what did he walk in on? What are you doing to his plates?!]

What are you doing?!

[... Ummmm. He's just slowly looking down to the innocent mouse licking its paws in-between chef and hero. It seems to not give a shit. As soon as Kotetsu can get out of his shaky bent-backwards maneuver, he'll let you know.]

[...

So he's afraid of mice. Good to know.

Sanji marches over and slides the dish rack back in place, before he snatches the plate out of Kotetu's mouth. The mouse has already taken off for some obscure corner, probably gleeing over its latest victory]

[GERONIMOOOOO

Once the plates are safe he topples over on his back with a wonderful THUD.]

...

Yosh! Plates all clean!

[VICTORY.]

Congratulations.

[Handing over the plate that was in his mouth]

Except for that one. I don't want your shitty germs all over it.

[He holds it up expectantly, grinning like an idiot from his spot on the floor.]

How about dessert?

Dish first.

[Off the floor, slave. B|]

Whaa? Moou, come on, it's not like it won't have my germs on it by the time I'm done...

[huff, but he shuffles to clean anyway]

[Action]

concasse - 2012-01-30 09:43 (UTC) - Expand

Re: [Action]

wildkotetsu - 2012-01-30 23:34 (UTC) - Expand

concasse - 2012-01-31 01:21 (UTC) - Expand

wildkotetsu - 2012-01-31 03:07 (UTC) - Expand

concasse - 2012-01-31 04:03 (UTC) - Expand

wildkotetsu - 2012-01-31 11:05 (UTC) - Expand

concasse - 2012-01-31 23:00 (UTC) - Expand

wildkotetsu - 2012-02-02 04:47 (UTC) - Expand

concasse - 2012-02-03 01:05 (UTC) - Expand

wildkotetsu - 2012-02-03 10:06 (UTC) - Expand

concasse - 2012-02-03 21:57 (UTC) - Expand

wildkotetsu - 2012-02-05 07:08 (UTC) - Expand

concasse - 2012-02-05 07:51 (UTC) - Expand

wildkotetsu - 2012-02-06 08:04 (UTC) - Expand

concasse - 2012-02-06 22:52 (UTC) - Expand

wildkotetsu - 2012-02-06 23:15 (UTC) - Expand

concasse - 2012-02-07 00:30 (UTC) - Expand

wildkotetsu - 2012-02-08 10:01 (UTC) - Expand

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

Re: [Action]

[Action]

[Action] 1/??? I'll just. Say when.

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action] done and not even sorry

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action] 1/2

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]