8th Devotion: It's not what it looks like! Or: This is a curse?

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[Accidental video]

[A book falls noisily to the floor. Solomon is seated on the couch of his apartment, the hand that had previously been holding his book empty. His eyes are wide, staring down at a scantily clad teen-aged girl wearing what appears to be a playboy bunny outfit. One who just happens to be curled up sleeping with her head nestled on his lap. He remains frozen, staring down in mute astonishment at the girl as the minutes pass by. Swallowing hard, his eyes move down her shapely form, brows furrowing as he realizes that his other arm is laying across her shoulders and down her front. He attempts to move his right hand from around her, but is only greeted with the horrifying realization that his wrist seems to be attached by handcuffs to the girl's left hand (which is still curled up under her body).]

..............................!?!


((ooc: Solomon has been struck down with another curse. This time, it's the dreaded handcuff curse. Joining him for today's torture is Mikuru Asahina.))

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7/7

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh! W-W-What do you want with me...!? Why am I here!? Who are you!?? K-KYON-KUN! SUZUMIYA-SAN!! AUUUUUUU~~~~~~~!!!

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[He blinks in shock and finds himself in a sudden unexpected struggle to keep his balance as she flails about to disentangle herself from him. Her screaming for help shouldn't have surprised him considering the situation, but it was just so sudden...]

H-hey! What-- Miss, PLEASE calm down! I promise I wasn't doing anything! Stop struggling!

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[And she's not listening as she continues to flail, completely in a panic]

But you were!? AHHHHHHHH!! OH---OH NO~~! Ohhhh~~! L-LET ME GO, PLEASE!

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N-no! I said I WASN'T!!! I DIDN'T!

[Her struggling was making things much worse, not to mention her shrieking was enough to cause the whole apartment building take notice. Solomon didn't like that kind of attention...]

Will you stop it!?

[In an effort to make her listen to him he grabs her by the arms, inadvertently yanking the handcuff around their wrists in the process.]

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[The sudden rough treatment only frightened her more, and the sudden yank hurt as the link around her wrist dug into her skin.]

AH! Owww....N-NO-! J-Just let me go and I will! I-I Won't even tell that you kidnapped me!! PLEASE....

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Ah! No, I mean...

[Grabbing her had been a mistake, having the opposite reaction he had been looking for... his hands open up releasing her immediately and he holds them up in a gesture of surrender. His voice softens, any frustration on his face disappearing instantly.]

Please, just listen to me. I have no idea how you got here... or what this...

[He jingles the handcuffs to illustrate his meaning.]

... is about. You're safe, please calm down.

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[She calms down...just slightly. She's obviously still very nervous.]

Y-You mean you didn't...then how, or....

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[He gives her a gentle smile and lowers his hands slowly.]

No, I didn't. And I have no idea how this... situation has occurred.

[He pauses for a moment allowing the girl to digest this information.]

...

My name is Solomon Goldsmith. Can you tell me your name?

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M-Mikuru Asahina...

[She said after a moment, still uncertain of the situation. W-Why was it always her? It still didn't explain how they had both mysteriously found themselves chained together...this wasn't good at all. A-And...she was still in her bunny costume!? Had she been that tired when she went to bed? Thinking back, she realized that she'd meant to simply rest her eyes a couple minutes, before changing into her pajamas... of all the nights to suddenly crash...this definitely hadn't been it. Waking up...atop a strange man HAD to somehow be against regulation!]

Then...t-this is...a curse...? And not a kidnapping...?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Good. She's stopped screaming. That's something at least.

[He sighed inwardly, wishing she'd stop using that word. Kidnapping. It was all so very... rude. Not that he hadn't been involved in all sorts of questionable conduct. But since Saya came to the forefront of his life, he had put all of that aside, even to the point of leaving the company that he had built up from scratch.]

Well, Miss Asahina... I'm afraid I can't answer as to if this is a 'curse' or not. But this is definately not a kidnapping. You simply... appeared as I was sitting here reading.

[To emphasize his point, he gestured vaguely in the direction of his fallen book.]

You... are from this... City?

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[From the city...? Mikuru didn't think anyone who was here was originally from this place. At least she hadn't met anyone who had been born here.]

You mean from the city...? Have you met natives to this time plane and place...? I haven't met anyone like that...

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Ah, I'm new here.

[He pauses, the smile on his face, not quite matching an unease in his eyes.}

Miss Asahina... may I ask you a question...?

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Yes...?

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Ah... how do I say this?

[He pauses, unsure of how to approach the topic while still remaining polite.]

Your clothing...

[He gestures feebly at her little outfit.]

...aren't you a little young to be a hostess?