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[suntones]

hopefully, not even that...

[Even theoretically burying another friend isn't a topic she wants to linger on.]

i can definitely make some candy apples. i'll... consider the lock of hair.

[badlucklady]

[Good news! She has years ahead of her full of Warren's nonsense to enjoy. :) ]

The redder the better! Both your hair and the apples. Shall we discuss another vital question?

[suntones]

[Despite the additional stress (and destroyed property) that comes along with him, that's a good thing.]

sure. did you have something in mind?

[badlucklady]

Your costume: vampire. My costume: Empress???

[suntones]

... i don't have anything to lend you for that.

[badlucklady]

What was that about gold hair pins, hhm?

[suntones]

those are not currently in my possession.

[They're a little bit back in the keeping of the Ministry of Heaven in Kei.]

i can sort of tell you what you'd need, but i don't have any of it on me.

[badlucklady]

You didn't apply the five-finger discount?? I have so much to teach you.

[suntones]

can't very well steal what i ostensibly own, can i?

[badlucklady]

Are they not property of the crown? If you were to sell a single one for personal gain I can imagine your handlers would have words.

[suntones]

some, but there are a few that are mine outright. gifts from dignitaries, things like that. though, i imagine if i did decide to try hocking any of them, i'd come up against the same brand of opposition i got when i suggested selling some of the unused pieces in the armory or floated repurposing a few of the dozens of uninhabited buildings set aside for my residence...

[Nothing the ministers look more shocked about than her audacious attempts to do non-linear things for the betterment of the kingdom.]

[badlucklady]

You suffer by using legitimate means. Would you like me to persuade them via my masculine wiles? Or vampiric ones? Both are effective!

And set aside a residence for me while you're at it, hm? We must have privacy for our scandalous book club.

[suntones]

thanks, but no thanks. i don't want to see what the aftermath of having you use either of those options could look like. we could probably find room for you somewhere in those thirty odd empty buildings though...

[badlucklady]

I'm shocked you wouldn't trust me to contain the mess. Hypnosis is a peaceful brutality, I promise.

Wouldn't it be a fun affair? A mystery man in your largest, most opulent setting? Give the old ladies something spicy to gossip about, Youko.

[suntones]

mostly i was thinking of another potential assassination i'd have to live down, but i want to see that so much less when you describe it as a 'peaceful brutality'.

my guards wouldn't let you stay 'mysterious', you know. kind of a sticking point with them.

[badlucklady]

Hooey on your guards.

Keep my what I've said in mind nonetheless. If only for nights when you're unable to sleep.

[suntones]

why? are you offering to lull me to sleep with hypnosis?

and what happened to planning your costume? gave up when you heard i couldn't pin your hair up or loan you the crown?

[badlucklady]

That's exactly what I'm offering.

I hadn't given up, merely taking the scenic route. Although it is, truthfully, less fun of an idea without your sparkling accessories.

[suntones]

... do i seem like i need something that extreme?

we won't be able to find anything like the ones from han, but we could probably find some comparable kogai hairpins.

[badlucklady]

Perhaps. It's only extreme if you fight my intrusion.

Shall we consider that settled? I trust you will handle the styling personally?

[suntones]

not sure i can help that. i don't have a great history with that sort of thing.

me? you sure? i can try, but you'll be taking a risk with that imperial dignity.

[badlucklady]

One moment.

[there's a THWAP and a BONK and other sounds of break-in struggle at the apartment window. he is! here to!! pick up his skeleton friend!!!!]

[suntones]

[One second she's reading that message, and then the next she's jumping from the ungodly racket of terrible cat burglary in progress at her window, phone very nearly dropped to the floor before she whirls around to lock eyes with The Problem™. Of course he's trying to break in through the window on her balcony. It isn't like there's a door four feet to the right. Or situated at the entrance of her apartment. Walking over with a look on her face that perhaps should make Warren glad to have a pane of glass between them still, she stops, and gestures emphatically at the front door back behind her.]

[badlucklady]

[Warren freezes when she catches his gaze, exactly like a dog with one paw in the snausages jar. What do you mean he wasn't a sneaky stealth master? How did she KNOW he was up here?!

A shiver runs down his spine at that terrifying look... A pleasant one. (Don't judge him.)

Warren points to himself. Me? Then over towards the door. Use the door?]

Youkooo! Let us iiiin!

[Bonk bonk bonk bonk bonk bonk - The sound of a plastic pumpkin-shaped popcorn tub being used to assault the window frame. There's no use in glaring daggers at Warren; he isn't the one holding the bit of Halloween whimsy. Tiny bat feet tightly grip the tub's handle, now visible as the rest of the lovely lady flaps into view.]

[suntones]

[The pantomimed Who, me? routine has her sorely tempted to snap the curtains shut until he figures out entering the normal way, but the bonk of plastic on glass draws her attention away, and with it her ire.

Even just a few short years ago, seeing an unusual creature fluttering at her window probably would have alarmed her, made her worry the poor thing was sick or injured, but at this point she is mostly used to the strange comings and goings of anything that might be categorized as a familiar. Besides, there is an inept skulker right there, escorting her and all but heralding her. Even if a bat were a surprise, the vampire's presence would temper her shock.

Unlatching the window lock, she slides the protective screen and glass open wide enough for one (1) bat with a plastic pumpkin popcorn tub in tow. Warren, however, she fixes with an unamused look.]

You're coming in the door if you're coming in.