6th Broken Illusion [Backdated to Christmas Morning]

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ Phone : Drone Filter ]
After all the tricks, does this place really expect me to open a box sitting innocently under the Christmas tree I didn't even help set up, just because it has my name on it?

[ There is a pause as he considers it. ] Right. I didn't think so.


((OOC: Action open to housemates and/or any guests for that morning, or anyone who would reasonably stop by 840 Hastings.))

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[heartmaestro]

[She picks out the one that's stuck in her hair, looking at it a little forlornly.]

Please, just Kotomi. I'm not fond of formalities. [There's a few hatboxes (with frilly 40s hats still in them) on top, but other that, the path is pretty clear. ...but this Touma we're talking about.]

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ It is indeed Touma, and that is exactly why he'll soon be buried under a pile of those boxes. ] If you say so—oooOOO! [ Crash! ]

[heartmaestro]

[Kotomi yelps as the boxes go tumbling.]

A-Ah...are you alright...? [She crouches down, trying to stuff the fallen boxes on a higher shelf.]

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

It's fine. [ Groaning, he reaches out for something to hold onto to help him sit up. One of the boxes had caught him across the bridge of the nose so he had his eyes shut. ] I'm fine. Its just my luck...