[It's not like this is the first time Aoi's fallen unconscious in one place and woken up somewhere else. It's just been awhile since something like that was unplanned.
Because this isn't his first rodeo, though, he probably isn't as freaked out as he should be. More of a, "What the fuck is going on?" than a, "What the ever-loving fuck is going on!?" sort of feeling, you know?
His alarm levels go up when he sees that his hair is now brown, removed from its normal spikes and instead styled in an outdated (in his opinion) men's cut. If he was asleep long enough for his last bleach to grow out but he doesn't look any older...
Yeah, he has no idea what that means. Figuring out things like that has always been more of his sister's department.
The first order of business after seeing himself in the mirror is to make sure the door opens. It does; he even manages to get all the way outside. Great. He would just leave, but first he needs to know who brought him here, and why.
So back into the house he goes, and proceeds to start hunting every nook and cranny for cameras, bugs, or anything else suspicious. This might include breaking some things.
He's yet to even speak to the person who woke up in the same room as him or anyone who might have woken up in the kids' rooms, but if they don't want something of theirs messed with, now would be the time to intervene!]
B: Block parties are not really my thing
[He should have just gone back inside, but before Aoi knows it, he's being pushed along into the crowd, his unwanted party hat quickly going askew.
He disentangles himself from his enthusiastic neighbor-] I can walk by myself, thanks. [-and quickly makes his escape, trying to get away before any more Stepfords try to drag him into a party game.
He ends up hunkered down behind a decorative hay bale, a small cup of pretzels cradled in his hands. He's mid-munch when someone happens upon him.]
Find your own hiding spot.
C: Trick or treat, smell my feet
[Consider Aoi's alarm level officially raised to "What the ever-loving fuck!?"
Aoi's seen a lot but decomposing, undead trick-or-treaters is definitely a new one on him. He's already got a nasty looking wound on his leg from where he didn't take the first one to show up seriously, but he's not letting it stop him from grabbing whatever the nearest heavy piece of furniture is and pushing it toward the door as a barricade.
He throws a look at whoever might be nearby.]
A little help?
[And then, under his breath:] Should have bought a gun.
Aoi Kurashiki | 999/Zero Escape | OTA
[It's not like this is the first time Aoi's fallen unconscious in one place and woken up somewhere else. It's just been awhile since something like that was unplanned.
Because this isn't his first rodeo, though, he probably isn't as freaked out as he should be. More of a, "What the fuck is going on?" than a, "What the ever-loving fuck is going on!?" sort of feeling, you know?
His alarm levels go up when he sees that his hair is now brown, removed from its normal spikes and instead styled in an outdated (in his opinion) men's cut. If he was asleep long enough for his last bleach to grow out but he doesn't look any older...
Yeah, he has no idea what that means. Figuring out things like that has always been more of his sister's department.
The first order of business after seeing himself in the mirror is to make sure the door opens. It does; he even manages to get all the way outside. Great. He would just leave, but first he needs to know who brought him here, and why.
So back into the house he goes, and proceeds to start hunting every nook and cranny for cameras, bugs, or anything else suspicious. This might include breaking some things.
He's yet to even speak to the person who woke up in the same room as him or anyone who might have woken up in the kids' rooms, but if they don't want something of theirs messed with, now would be the time to intervene!]
B: Block parties are not really my thing
[He should have just gone back inside, but before Aoi knows it, he's being pushed along into the crowd, his unwanted party hat quickly going askew.
He disentangles himself from his enthusiastic neighbor-] I can walk by myself, thanks. [-and quickly makes his escape, trying to get away before any more Stepfords try to drag him into a party game.
He ends up hunkered down behind a decorative hay bale, a small cup of pretzels cradled in his hands. He's mid-munch when someone happens upon him.]
Find your own hiding spot.
C: Trick or treat, smell my feet
[Consider Aoi's alarm level officially raised to "What the ever-loving fuck!?"
Aoi's seen a lot but decomposing, undead trick-or-treaters is definitely a new one on him. He's already got a nasty looking wound on his leg from where he didn't take the first one to show up seriously, but he's not letting it stop him from grabbing whatever the nearest heavy piece of furniture is and pushing it toward the door as a barricade.
He throws a look at whoever might be nearby.]
A little help?
[And then, under his breath:] Should have bought a gun.