Would You Be As Kind To Me As I Was To You?

*He's just sitting there with his eyes proverbially glued on the TV, which is showing news broadcasts as always.*

Grah...bored...

*Kira's made his way to the Velvet Room after a decent amount of attempts at retrieving that damnable lead medal from those wealth hands; unfortunately all of them ended in failure. He's looking decently out of it, too; some scars here and there, and a nasty looking bruise on his leg from an unfortunate encounter with a strong Shadow higher up.*

...Guh...

((OOC: Thread for cancelling the request from Elizabeth; sadly I doubt he'll get what she needs on time >: Damned gold shadows and their running habits.))

*Kira's sitting in Chagall Cafe, as an attempt to escape from the heat. There's a cup of pheromone coffee and a pile of books in front of him; at the moment, he's reading out of a history book.*

Gah. When's this stupid heat spike going to end?

*Have a currently out cold Kira. There's a stack of books on the table next to him, but looks like he chose rest over his academic record...Really, though, who could blame him if he's been on every single run through Tartarus to date?

In any case, he's there for people to bug about his laziness and all.*

*is sitting on a chair in the lounge looking at a letter enclosed in an envelope that he just got*

...Ryoko, huh.

*opens the envelope and fishes the letter out*


...Three years, eh. It wouldn't hurt, I suppose.

*is sitting on one of the benches in the park waiting for Kumiko; while he's at it, he's having some ice cream*

I wonder when Imoto-san's going to show up...

*is banging his head on the wall in the first floor lounge*

SHIT. *headwall* SHIT. *headwall* SHIT. *headwall*

((OOC: He saw Fuuta earlier in the day (see thread here) and this is the result))

...

I'm dead meat. Thanks a lot Hyouri, you've helped me make more enemies.

((OOC: Whiny brat!Kira dead ahead mateys.))

Kira just sat there on the same couch as yesterday, wondering who else were members of SEES other than the ones he had met.

Putting an elbow on the table and cupping his chin with his hand, he let his train of thought take him to wherever it pleased as long it was about SEES.