Draco: Before I get started...I'm not really a Youji basher...he's just fun to pick on...and I have so much to pick on him about...! Anyway...
Disclaimer: The quote is Oscar Wilde.
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"The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray."
"I was just trying to figure out where they were," Youji muttered, lighting his cigarette.
"When they were both missing?" Heather smacked him over the head.
"I was just..."
"Being a nosey bastard," Aya growled, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.
Omi curled up in his corner chair, face burning and hidden in his knees. Youji sucked nervously on his cigarette under Aya's hot glare. A growl escaped the redhead's throat, and Youji sank into his chair. Then the cigarette disappeared from his hand.
"Kusou," he groaned, sinking further down.
"How many times I gotta tell ya, Youji? No smoking in the house!" She smashed the butt on an empty paper plate. "My parents'd kill me for it!"
"Gomen, Draco-chan," he muttered.
"Eh, key," the girl huffed. "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to. No! Wait! You should apologize to me, too! I spent all day figuring this one out, and all night making sure it went together right, and then you had to go and... Ooo!" She stormed off to flush the cigarette. "Ye god, Youji. Can't you keep yer nose outta anything?"
"Not if it has to do with anything he wants a piece of."
Everyone turned to Ken, who was leaning against the doorframe. Youji groaned and covered his face with his hands. That is where Omi shut the conversation out. He had absolutely no interest in people arguing over his potential sex life. It was not until the doorbell rang that he tuned back in.
"Kusou!" Heather stormed off to answer the door, and everyone listened from the kitchen. "Konbon was...eh? Ah! Key! Ne! I'm only a counselor in school! I don't get paid for this stuff, no da! Okay! Okay! Fine! Just wait, okay? Okay? I'll be right over. I said I'd be right over, dammit!"
The entire group listened to her slam the door, and watched in slight confusion as Heather stormed back in. "Oi... I'll be right back...I think... Anybody wanna join me? I got m'self some pretty screwy neighbors."
Moments later, Omi found himself trudging across the yard with Heather and Aya. He was unsure as to why he had decided to come along, but there he was, as they climbed up onto the porch. heather had barely reached out to knock when the door swung open. A tall, black-haired man glared at them through his glasses.
"Come on."
Heather glared back and shoved past him. "Thanks fer the hospitality, Crawfish. Now where is he?"
Omi gulped and slipped by, followed by Aya. He hoped rather desperately that whoever else lived here was not as nasty. The redhead watching Heather walk by seemed normal enough. When he turned the corner, however, and saw someone thrashing around, tied to a table, he was not sure if the nastiness was such a bad thing.
Heather sighed, rubbing at her temples, and hitched a thumb towards the slowly calming captive. "Meet my most frequent visitor to peer counseling."
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Draco: *smirk* So...whatcha think of my neighbors thus far? Just imagine...me peer counseling for Farfie...
