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[knightofratatosk]

[Emil has just been tidying up the living room a bit (not that it really needed that; Richter kept things rather spotless) when he notices a strange bag in the corner of the room. Thinking that it's something Richter has purchased, he goes to pick up the bag to ask if it belongs to his roommate. However, as soon as he touches it, the bag makes a loud exploding sound and emits a cloud of smoke...]

AAAAAHH!

[He jumps about three feet in the air and scrambles backwards, clutching at the closest object-- which happens to be Richter, who was sitting on the couch reading.]

((OOC: Yep, someone was a victim of Yuffie's explosives prank!))

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[knightofratatosk]

[he takes a couple of wary steps closer to the bag and peers at it.]

Do you think the same person did it?

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

It seems most likely.

[too bad he's wrong.]

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[knightofratatosk]

[yeah, that makes sense to him too.]

Um... I'm sorry I grabbed you like that... [now he looks very embarrassed.]

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[not meeting Emil's gaze, oh no]

... Don't worry about it.

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[knightofratatosk]

[well, this is awkward.]

You're okay, right?

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[you think a little bang like that is gonna give Richter a heartattack?]

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[knightofratatosk]

[hey, the kid's worried, okay.]

I'm glad!

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[he leans forward to retrieve his journal from the ground]

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[knightofratatosk]

[coincidentally, he realizes at the same time that Richter dropped the journal and leans over to pick it up as well...]

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[Not smart. Their heads meet in a rather painful crash]

Argh!

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[knightofratatosk]

[okay, that really hurt.]

Ow!

[... oh crap oh crap oh crap now Richter is going to be angry...]

I-I'm really sorry!

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[he sits up, rubbing his forehead and gritting his teeth. Must not shout Emil... Must not shout at Emil...]

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[knightofratatosk]

[uh-oh, he recognizes that expression by now. It means he's going to get a lecture.]

...

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

... If you're truly sorry, you'll go into the kitchen to prepare dinner, instead of standing there like a useless lug.

[this basically translates to; "get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret".]

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[knightofratatosk]

R-right!

[and he scrambles to his feet, eager to avoid yelling if at all possible. He hates seeing Richter mad...]

Um... sorry about that...

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

Stop apologizing!

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[knightofratatosk]

[and there's the kicked-puppy expression. He has to bite back the urge to apologize again; instead, he turns and dashes to the kitchen without so much as a word.]

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[dammit, not the kicked puppy expression again... But at least he didn't apologize again. In time, if Richter's lucky, Emil will stop apologizing on his own and the guy won't have to shout anymore.]