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[incousinswithyou]

[screen flickers on, showing an intense looking Michiru who's...wearing a bathrobe, a towel around her head, and looking kinda damp. She also has a wet Bidoof by the scruff, held close to the camera and as far away from her body as possible. Judging by that uneven blinking, Bidoof might be shaking off the last vestiges of a sudden KO.]

Is anybody looking for a side job? I'll pay you to babysit this one, by the hour, for as many hours as you'd like.

[Bidoof wiggles, swinging a bit from Michiru's steely grip.] Doof.

[Michiru's smile could probably kill, if she put a little bit more effort into it.]

Comments

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[biteoutofcrime]

Oi. Is he concussed or some shit?

[incousinswithyou]

I have every reason to believe he'll bounce right back. [unfortunately]

[biteoutofcrime]

Huh. Well, I don't really get what the problem is, but if you really need him off your hands for a while, I doubt he could be that much of a pain.

[Right? Riiiiiight.]

[incousinswithyou]

Would you really? [Michiru's smile gets a bit less forced at that. Meanwhile, Bidoof gets a good long (vacant) look at this new dude.] Doof. [you might have been judged by a Bidoof and found wanting]

I don't believe we've met. I'm Michiru Kaioh. I do apologize for the circumstances. [like the fact that she's not dressed, but getting rid of the pest is more important.

What could possibly go wrong, right?]

[biteoutofcrime]

[He has no idea what he's getting into and neither do I, oh boy.]

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. [He returns Brad's blank look with a more blatantly suspicious one-eyed glare of his own. Fuyuhiko's a Shifter, don't test him with that tone, wiseass.] Don't worry, I spend a lot of time at Kurain. I've dealt with more ridiculous shit than this.

[incousinswithyou]

Doof...! [was that a challenge? That was a challenge, wasn't it?

Thankfully, Michiru isn't a shifter and isn't actually bonded to the Bidoof so she has no idea what he's saying.]

Kurain? [her eyes light up a bit] Do you know Maya?

[biteoutofcrime]

[Well, now he's just flat-out ignoring Brad. He'll deal with you later, punk. In the meantime, Fuyuhiko nods and runs a hand back over his hair.]

Aah. Maya and I go back a long way. My family lived in the neighborhood when I was younger, and we're still pretty close, I guess.

[He guesses. Excluding a couple weeks after the thing with the Enhanced, he's been living at her place for, like, months.]

[incousinswithyou]

Doof. [yeah, that's right. Back off while you still can. Brad wriggles threateningly, but the effect is kinda ruined when Michiru still has him by the scruff of his neck.

And that's a genuine smile from Michiru, though it goes a bit strained again when the Bidoof wiggles.]

I suppose one Normal type would be nothing compared to all those Ghosts. [hope springs eternal, after all]

[biteoutofcrime]

[He releases a little breath of a chuckle, like he can't quite allow himself to be seen looking even remotely fond of his situation.]

Ghosts aren't that bad once you get used to them. But yeah, any asshole knows you gotta stay on your toes with 'em, especially in groups.

[He jerks his head at Brad.]

So what's the trouble with that one, exactly?

[incousinswithyou]

[that look Michiru has on might've been more quietly amused any other day, but you just pointed out her main headache.

Michiru just sighs quietly.] He won't leave me alone. Reasoning with him is pointless.

[she isn't usually quite this blunt about her problems, but she's at the end of her rope]

[biteoutofcrime]

Huh. If he ain't got a problem with other people, then yeah, it'd probably do you both some good to get him away from you for a while.

[He shrugs in a way he hopes indicates he doesn't really want to answer questions about what he says next.]

I'm not that busy these days.

[So, yeah, he can watch him.]

[incousinswithyou]

[she has absolutely no intention of driving off any potential babysitters, so even if she's curious about that, she refrains.

Instead, have a smile.]

Would you really? I would be indebted to you. [both monetarily and metaphorically]