[RL - aftermath of collar labor.]

[unknownrival]

The moment Issei read Vanessa's post, he knew the jig was up. Someone had told her who was responsible for the theft. And someone else would doubtless provide a worldhop for her, so he did the only reasonable thing he could do:

He hid in his closet, curled into a ball and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible.

Maybe she wouldn't be able to find him. O-or maybe the other monks wouldn't even let her into his room at all! Maybe it would all blow over-

He was going to die.

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[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

He wasn't going to die, per se, just have a calm and yet infuriated woman after him.


She was dressed to kill, literally. A plaid miniskirt, a white polo, and a pair of knee socks with big honking leather boots that made her about six inches taller to match. It wasn't hard to get a monk to show her to his room, not really. Just that cute little blush of hers and the statement that she was a friend who came to visit from London, a friend he'd met over the internet...well, that did the trick quite nicely.


Stepping into the room, her boots echoed the floor. She looked around, putting a hand on her hip and twirling her hair with one finger. "Come out, come out, wherever you are~ We need to have a little chat."