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[One moment Solomon Goldsmith is out enjoying the view of the city's lights below from his balcony, and in the next moment his environment abruptly shifts into a bright interior room. His face shows some sign of annoyance at this, but not the typical shock or hysteria that is often evidenced by others in the City. After all, Solomon has been going through such inconveniences like this for longer than most.

Instead, he looks down at the splattered mess of his deep red beverage staining the light carpeting and gives a slight tug on the handcuff now encircling his wrist. With narrowed eyes, he looks askance at the cello bow being held by the other man's captive hand.]

...Haji. Of course.
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[Accidental Video //Action for those at Saya's apartment]

The sound of a man's voice sounds over the network, humming pleasantly as his soft footfalls cross the room of an apartment to a nearby bookshelf. His fingers skim the spines of a row of books before settling on one and pulling it from its place. In the background a clock softly chimes to the stroke of midnight as he walks back to seat himself on the sofa.

On the twelfth chime, however, he jolts out of his seat, dropping the book to the floor with a sudden thud. “WH--?! Oh, not again!”

He sighs, bringing his free hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Taking a deep breath, his eyes trail from the cold metal handcuffs attached to his wrist up to see just who it is that stands firmly affixed to him.

[ooc: And once again, Solomon finds himself the victim of the Handcuff 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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