Premise: Meitenkun loses his pillow, and then stuff happens.
Locale/timeline: Competitor-filled hotel, during KoF XIV.
It was a brief but weird little moment of downtime for the China Team.
In short, Meitenkun somehow misplaced his favorite pillow somewhere in the hotel, and had wandered off in search for it. Now it was down to the bedhead's associates to follow him down the 'rabbit hole'.
"I know Meiten well enough, and yet even I'm not sure how well he'd handle on his own..." admitted the oddly-dressed Shun'ei.
"Let's just hope no one is getting between him and his needed rest..." said the mentor, Tung Fu Rue. "They wouldn't like him when he's crabby."
Terry bowed lightly to the presence of the elder that helped him hone his skills so many years ago.
"Master Tung; sorry, but we don't know where he went."
Beside him was brother and long-time teammate Andy.
"He's probably still within the building – this place is usually locked down by night."
Tung nodded in return. "It was worth a shot asking; thank you..."
Low progress to start, but at least Tung got to catch up briefly with a former student...
As for Shun'ei...
"Hey. You two – have you seen where my friend went?"
The green-haired prospect was similarly finding little progress in the search, and another pair of competitors, in the form of the ball-and-'Chang' and his quarter-pint Freddy Krueger, were approached in the midst of it.
"Eh? What's it to you?" Chang responded.
"Like we give a damn about where some sleepy kid went," added Choi. "And even if we did know, would we tell you?"
The two Korean criminals laughed obnoxiously, with Chang particularly ruffling Shun'ei's feathers by flicking down his often-worn headphones.
A minute later...
Being met with nothing but mockery, Shun'ei left the room with his emotions in check – and the KO'd bodies of Chang and Choi left on the other side of the now-closing door.
He passed by Tung not long after, as the two formed back up.
"He's not in there."
When the China Team consulted Antonov's invited band of misfits, it almost seemed like some progress would be made.
But then Sylvie decided to consult not just the eyes on her face – but all the 'eyes' she wore on her whole body.
"Bibibibi~? You didn't see 'fluffy pillow' anywhere?"
She fluffed the blue eyeball worn upon the left of her head, to no avail.
"What about you?" She then lifted her left leg in an attempt to bring the green eyeball on her ankle up to her ear.
"What do you mean 'is my refridgerator running'?! There isn't a fridge in here~!"
Her fusing about, balance be damned, lead to her flopping onto the floor and rolling about in an attempt to wrangle her eyeball-decorated limb into some sort of sense. Whatever 'sense' makes sense in her upside-down mind, at least.
Shun and Tung watched on, both equally as confused towards the absurd... 'comedy act?' going on in front of them
And in one corner of the room was the hooded mystery himself, Kukri, detached from interaction in this whole scene playing out before him – by far the most disinterested in this scenario, both with Sylvie's antics, and with the presence of Shun'ei who he would never want to actively share the room with (unless they were going to fight).
"You two should probably just fuck off. She'll be at this for a while."
Of the many rooms checked, the least progress was made through trying to check up the Yagami Team.
The most Tung and Shun got with Iori was right at the doorway, as the red-head glared with an unfeeling glare.
"I don't care."
The door closed almost as quickly as it was opened. Seemed like he would rather deal with the Hakkesshu secretaries at a time like this.
"Hey, 'Headphones'~!"
The journey ended sooner rather than later, as Shun and Tung were met with – of all competitors from the tournament – the buxom-brawler from Team Mexico, Angel.
"I think you lost a sonámbulo – found him wandering around; y'got anything on this?"
Looked as though the former NESTS underling had beaten the China reps in the search, as she had the thankfully-not-lost Meiten wrapped around her front, somewhat obscured by his pillow that she had clutched in her hands.
"Solving two problems in one, are you?" Tung chuckled, bemused at who it was, of all people, lending aid. "Young bucks are certainly trying to redefine 'a helping hand'..."
"Hold that thought, 'Grandpa'," Shun'ei interjected. "Even if she's trying to lend a hand in this, she looks like she has something to hide. You didn't hurt him, did you?"
"Dunno what you're talkin' about – I didn't lay a scratch on the poor kid..."
Angel moving aside the pillow, entirely into her left hand, helped to unveil the upper part of Meitenkun's body, revealing that he was basically asleep standing – and his head was curved against the firmness and hugeness of Angel's breasts.
"But," she giggled, "let's just say he might've found some better pillows."
Silence fell upon the hall.
Shun'ei had an expression of simple uneasiness with his partner's hopefully well-comfortable position against this relative stranger's bodacious bosom.
As for Tung – his expression wasn't shifted away from a raised eyebrow upon an overall mostly-neutral expression.
Then, he nodded.
"Just be sure he comes back safely."
Tung then turned to leave...
Shun'ei stuttered, "Y-you're not seriously suggesting we just leave him like that?!"
"I can see it in her aura. She's usually one for mischief, but I can tell this is one instance where she doesn't feel the need." The elder left the scene after that.
Meanwhile, Angel shrugged, her chest flexing slightly and causing a tiny wobble against Meitenkun's resting head. "Old man's right; kid just wants to rest his head."
She then waved her arms outwards, and Meitenkun semi-consciously met back with a hug onto her to help rebalance himself.
"Don't even need to hold 'im," Angel then added, "this kid really wanted this."
At least Meitenkun was sleeping with a smile on his face.
'Sonámbulo' = 'Sleepwalker'
