It's not like he'll have anywhere else to go. If we open that door, we're gonna have to be ready. [Either for a show, or for a creepy creature with a ridiculously long tongue.] You got string or anything?
String? Ahh... [He starts searching his pockets, even though he's fairly certain there's nothing of use in there. And as expected, there isn't.] Tch, if it was my normal uniform, I could use my tie at least, though...
The idea of doing something like that to a guy is so depressing, I'm grossed out just thinking about it.
[He knows, he knows. They've got to do something, and a restraint is the best bet.]
[He sighs, frustrated. If he'd still had his hoodie, he could use the draw string from that, but someone had apparently stripped him before dropping him into some random classroom.]
I've got a spare uniform in my locker though. Guess we could each hold a sleeve.
[It's just getting worse and worse. Is this plan really going to be all right? No, but like he has to keep telling himself, it's now or never, and they have to work with what limited options they've got.]
[Ryuu's a little nervous to let him go, wondering if he's really going to come back... Not that there's anyone forcing Ryuu to go it alone from here, but it's kind of like a spider on the wall at this point. Losing sight of it is the absolute worst thing you can do.
Thankfully, he does come back with the spare jacket in tow. Ryuu may not be mentally prepared yet, but the time has finally come regardless.]
You're naming it already? [He's used to such a naming scheme, after all, so it fits.] Well, whatever, let's just get this over with.
After one last steadying breath, Masaomi kicks open the bathroom door and, despite his earlier protests, immediately calls out.]
Oh no! My pants have fallen, and I can't get them back up! Guess I'll just have to waddle into one of these innocent looking stalls and hope no one touches my silky smooth skin!
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The idea of doing something like that to a guy is so depressing, I'm grossed out just thinking about it.
[He knows, he knows. They've got to do something, and a restraint is the best bet.]
Anyway, I don't have anything. What about you?
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[He sighs, frustrated. If he'd still had his hoodie, he could use the draw string from that, but someone had apparently stripped him before dropping him into some random classroom.]
I've got a spare uniform in my locker though. Guess we could each hold a sleeve.
[Somehow, this is just getting worse and worse.]
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[It's just getting worse and worse. Is this plan really going to be all right? No, but like he has to keep telling himself, it's now or never, and they have to work with what limited options they've got.]
Then, that'll have to do.
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[His tone is far from thrilled as he slinks off. He soon returns with his extra uniform jacket thrown over his shoulder.]
Time to take down the toilet monster.
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Thankfully, he does come back with the spare jacket in tow. Ryuu may not be mentally prepared yet, but the time has finally come regardless.]
You're naming it already? [He's used to such a naming scheme, after all, so it fits.] Well, whatever, let's just get this over with.
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[The answer is no. You don't want to do that.
After one last steadying breath, Masaomi kicks open the bathroom door and, despite his earlier protests, immediately calls out.]
Oh no! My pants have fallen, and I can't get them back up! Guess I'll just have to waddle into one of these innocent looking stalls and hope no one touches my silky smooth skin!