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[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

[Voice]

Uniforms...?

The hell?

I Like my clothes as is! If it's something stupid, I ain't wearing it.


[Action]

[Yuri is wandering the halls out of a restlessness, his group back in his world is still resting up from busting Roger Bacon out, and he hasn't seen a mission that caught his attention.

Do you bother him?]

Comments

Voice

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

Maybe you oughta get into one of the uniform design teams and make sure it's practical. I'm keepin' an eye on them myself.

Re: Voice

[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

I'm not someone like Pierre... I wouldn't know the first thing about that. Speaking of him... jeez, how did he find this place to post that job up at? creepy weird guy... why does Gepetto know him?

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

You can at least make sure they don't cover it in belts and zippers or anything stupid like that.

[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

Yeah, who the hell wants to take ten minutes to get their clothes on and off.

[Voice]

[faithfultenko.livejournal.com]

Well, I hope at least whatever design they come up with, they take into account certain agents' ... ah, physical differences to others.

Re: [Voice]

[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

Oh yea, you got those tails... and isn't that possessed teddie bear still walking around? How are you suppose to fit clothes to that thing?

Re: [Voice]

[faithfultenko.livejournal.com]

I suppose if all else fails, I am simply going to have to make my own adjustments to the uniform, assuming I don't have to file some ridiculous series of forms just to make a hole to accomodate my tails.

Re: [Voice]

[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

Pffft, does anyone actually read those? I mean, I never got in trouble for just putting X all over those lines.

[action]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream. Speaking of your world, Yuri, guess who happened to find a few stray stud cards suddenly stuck in his pile of papers?]

Wh-what in the...who the hell put these here! You're so dead!

! . . . ?

[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

[Yuri heard screaming, so the tiger claws went on and and burst in]

What's going on...

... huh?

There's no monsters here, so why did you scream?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi stares speechlessly at the intruder for a second, before stuffing whatever he had in his hand into the middle of the stack. He looks embarrassed - a pretty rare look for him.]

N-nothing! Where'd you come from? Didn't you learn to knock?

[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

[he puts the weapons away]

I heard screaming, and came running in case something serious did happen.

[he grumps]

You certainly couldn't have screamed for nothing.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

...There was...a spider?

[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

. . .

. . .


Pathetic.

[and he walks off]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Calling after him.]

But it wasn't you, was it?

[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

[He stops, and looks at Adachi, very confused]

...What do you mean?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[A suspicious glance.]

...The one who put the 'spider' there.

[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

Why would I waste my time doing that?

[he's looking at Adachi as if he's off his rocker]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Tch, who knows what you're into? I've seen weirder hobbies from the freaks around here! Like floating in eyeballs and painting their nails.

[Wait a minute, Adachi. That last one isn't exactly...]