((well, fuck. This place... needs a kick. A fucking good kick if I say so myself. And I'm more than eager to deliver, those who know me as THRP admin are fully aware of what I mean here. ANYWAY. Have a journal bump that is an update and a small peek into Tokusa's mind at the same time, and expect me to update Roron's at some point too because... well because I should have done it months ago or something. Srsly I fell behind, fell behind so much with my little Roro-chan....
On with the journal. I need to stop depressing D< though good luck to me with that, seeing what Tokusa brought upon himself and Jean, OTL ))

[Tokusa opened the door of his room and walked over to the single bed, promptly flopping down on it, eyes for once visibly open and staring up at ceiling. He was soaking wet, and only once he bounced off the not-so-soft mattress, he realised he still had Jean's shirt around his shoulders. How did he not notice that he took it with him? The kid better not catch a cold...

Sitting up and sliding the fabric off, he stared down. In a few hours, the potion's effects would wear off and he would return to his normal, adult form. Better get out of the clothes he had on before that happened, or they would get ripped.

He proceeded to undress, lazily pacing around as he did before settling on coming up to the window. The sky was clearing now, clouds were almost gone, and he could see that, indeed, the moon was bright that night. His gaze slid sideways, towards the small table next to window, and an eyebrow quirked in interest upon noticing a simple sheet of paper he did not recall seeing before. Dropping the wet clothes on nearby chair, he picked it up, scanning over the short note.]

<sub>From the 29th to the 31st, The Hampton Court Palace in London will be open for all members of Order, Vatican and Noahs. Fights will be prohibited, it is a celebration of a short period of peace that will last for total of two weeks to stop any acts of aggression for at least as short while. All sides agreed on it and breaking the prohibition will be severely punished.

Your presence is expected at the dinner at King's Guard chamber.</sub>

[A party... eh? That was rather unusual.. what bothered him the most was that it clearly stated that all kinds of fights were not allowed. But there would be both Noahs and Order members isn't it? They really expected them to stop fighting? Just like that? After all that Noahs did!?

With a snort, he put the note back on the desk and took his clothes to small bathroom by the room, leaving them to dry while he took a towel, noticing with some amusement how much bigger it seemed for him now that he had a body of a child.

Child... he heaved a sigh and climbed back on the bed. He got himself into quite a mess this time, if Madarao or Link knew, he would never heard the end of it.

Apparently it was about time he got some punishment for what he did, some consequences of his actions. He let himself be careless that Jean was not another Crow, that his way of thinking differed so much. It was innocent play, and now he had the boy captured in feeling he couldn't even return.

Talk about screwing up. That's what you get for playing around with others' feelings, apparently. He should have foreseen that flirting - for a lack of better word - with a boy who was barely 15 years old or so. He wanted to just get back to the times when he himself was a kid - having a body of one - but obviously, it backfired. He was not that child anymore, no matter what form he would take.

Pushing the bitter thoughts aside, he decided to take a nap. He still had to wait until the potion wore off, and after that, he'd probably have to assist preparations for the entire... party with Noahs.

Someone up there apparently hated him.]


((just a quickie, nvm, I was trying to shove both the date with Jean and the current b-day thing in and as can be seen ,failed. Whatever.

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