First Climax || Beginnings Are Always Sudden...

[alwaysataclimax]

Characters: Momotaros and you!
Setting: Dorm floor near 2-18, Art Gallery. Backdated to the 21st.
Format: Starting prose, will follow.
Summary: Momo wakes up, and goes exploring.
Warnings: Angry swearing Imagin with a sword.

Dorm Floor 2

The door to room 2-18 flies open and crashes against the doorstop on the wall, and out stalks a horned red and black man carrying a matching sword. He jerks his head back and forth, before yelling out to anyone within earshot. "WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA, HERE?!"

Art Gallery

Anyone visiting this floor, or near the entrance will see Momotaros come fleeing out of the back, then put his back to one wall - he's kinda shaken, and muttering to himself. "What kinda jerk puts stuff like that on in art?!"

Comments

[worldrestored]

"Never heard of a Imagin!" Pixie replied crossing her arm. Neither of them seem to really mind the sword. In fact, Naoki takes a step forward, almost taunting him.

"You're inside a tower. No one knows what this place is." She shrugged. By this point, the both of them had accepted it. They'd seen worse, after all.

[alwaysataclimax]

"Well. Imagin aren't demons! I might look like one, but I can't help that!" The stripe-covered fellow gets a slight head-tilt for that approach, but Momotaros shoulders the sword for now, and turns his attention back to the fairy. "That's a lousy answer!"

[worldrestored]

"Well it's all I have for some dumb...not demon guy like you!" She stuck out her tongue at him while Naoki tried not to laugh. It was just so unexpected of her, after all. Now that the sword wasn't aimed at him, he crossed his arms.

"What kind of lame name is Imagin anyway?"

[alwaysataclimax]

"Why you over-sized housefly--!" Momo growls, stepping up to get closer - and invade personal space if he could without provoking. "It's the name of my race!"