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[ okay. a few days after that mess, tamaki will get a package of one (1) flimsy fastfood paper crown, altered to be tamakicore like so:

there is no note. it's actually not even really a package delivery so much as a reused conbini bag dumped on his doorstep for eventual discovery, complete with some sauce packets he forgot to take out. you're welcome, buddy. ]

[It's around the second day of the Iris cycle that Takane finally can't ignore that something is amiss, especially after little more than a week of being rather lucky in avoiding moon-influenced hijinks. However, she's not one to allow her own new circumstances to interfere with her daily life and plans as much as she can help it.

Tamaki's communicator bracelet should ring, with her name and photo appearing on the Caller ID. Whether he picks it up or lets it go to voicemail, her choice of words would be the same, her tone very serious and urgent:]

Tamaki Yotsuba. This is Takane Shijou. I have just exited the convenience store with the necessary items. If you are currently in your lodgings and do not have any urgent business to attend to for today, please allow me to stop by, so that we may finally proceed in doing... "that".

[Despite her words having potential for being misinterpreted by any potential eavesdropper, at this point Tamaki should know exactly what she's talking about. Yes, the one thing they could only do with each other. That.]

[ Before Takane rung him up, it would be just another uneventful day. Coincidentally, he had just returned to his place after a raid to the convenience store of his own and was preparing himself for a comfortable evening of snacking and lounging. His plans are interrupted when the communicator goes off and reveals Takane's name, though. Not that he minds it if anyone reaches for him, especially not his Culinary Comrade. Without missing a beat, he answers immediately but barely gets the chance to say "hello" when she reveals her intentions. Ah, yes... "that." He matches the urgency in her tone and nods (not that she could see it) towards the communicator. ]

I'm free. I really want to do "it"...come over.

[ It bears repeating that he's on the same page as Takane. He just couldn't wait for it. The two of them, alone in his apartment, doing nothing other than... That. ]

[It's really fortunate that they crossed paths here rather than back in Japan, otherwise their collective obliviousness to the social phenomenon of "phrasing" might have quickly landed them into a scandal. Quite pleased that he's ready to go, she giggles lightly.]

Fufu... Very well. Truth be told, I am not sure if could have waited any longer. After all, long have I waited for this. I shall make haste, then.

[It doesn't take long after ending the call for her to show up, knocking gently on his apartment's door... somehow, despite having a full bag of conbini pudding and instant ramen in each hand. The reason would become apparent, though, once Tamaki answers the door: sprouting out of her head, mixed in with her silver hair are several strange, wriggling... appendages of the same color, some also carrying similar hefty bags of their favorite snacks.

They kind of look like shirataki noodles, these tentacles.

Also, she does seem slightly flushed, as if running a slight fever. At least, that's what Takane thinks it is at this moment.]

[ Once again, Tamaki has no room to reply before she's already ending the call. Wow, she must really be hungry. That's fine, though. Short and sweet isn't something that bothers Tamaki! If anything, he's elated to know someone is just as excited as he is ~~about food~~. Within a couple of minutes, there's a knock on his door and he eagerly goes to get it, making sure he doesn't come off as too excited when he opens it just as gently. Not being the brightest candle, it takes him a while to notice Takane's condition. Instead, he's reaching for the bags to help her out--

Only to come in contact with a tentacle. ]

Here, lemme give you a-- WOAH!! Woah. Uh. That's a--Uh. Hm.

[ By now, he had caught the concept of moonblessings. However, Tamaki had coasted pretty easily through his first two cycles ~~it might come and bite him in the ass next time~~, and besides his Sanguis features and the need to relieve some "urges", it really was nothing to write home about. Given that Takane was at his doorstep despite the hint of red in her cheeks, he assumes it's the same for her currently. Not making a big deal out of it, he carefully pries the bags away from her, walking back into his place. ]

C-come in. Thanks for buying all this food... I just got back from the convenience store, too.

[ He'd say it'd be enough to last them the night. But maybe it's not the right occasion. For being someone with very little situational awareness, Tamaki suddenly felt slightly alert about their cooking not date. ]

[Sorry about that, man. She's still trying to get used to controlling what basically amounts to several new jelly-like arms. Takane appreciates him glossing over it, though, giving him a slight bow in apology as she allows him to take the bags in her very human hands and let herself in, seemingly oblivious to the reasons behind his sudden cautiousness. D-Did he think she was contagious or something? She'll admit to feeling a bit warm and slightly "off," but other than that, she's fine... maybe.]

There are a plethora of variables to take into account as we attempt to perfect this combination, such as ramen flavor and type, whether we should pour hot water before or after adding the pudding, so on and so forth... As such, I decided to ensure that we had enough for several "trials".

[Though, Takane isn't quite prepared for how Tamaki's apartment looks on the inside. Wow, that's... some clutter. Maybe that's why he seems a bit nervous???

After staring blankly at the apartment's interior for a few seconds, she just gives him a Look with a furrowed brow, an expression that practically screams "DAYUM BICH U LIVE LIKE THIS????" as her bag-holding tentacles extend and travel to his kitchen to drop off her purchases.]

... If it is not too much trouble, Tamaki, could you please put the pudding in your fridge and boil the water while waiting for me to finish tidying up?

[She is not asking permission. Several other tentacles are already picking up empty chip bags and soda bottles and such as she speaks. Hey, these transformations actually aren't so bad.]

Awesome, you really thought this through huh? [ Tamaki briefly checks the contents of the bags: Seafood, Curry, Tomato, Beef, Chicken...no flavour was left behind. This was bound to be fun. ] By the way Tacchan, good timing on that call. I even cleaned my place a bit this morning. [ And he really did! He picked up a few food wrappers on the floor on the way to the convenience store earlier and he was very proud of it.

In fact, he's expecting some form of praise from Takane for his valiant deed, but instead, Tamaki turns around and catches her look of disapproval. Was something wrong? Well, no matter. She had some instructions ready for him already, so to please his bothered friend, he begins to follow them and starts placing the pudding containers in the fridge. Mention of tidying up catches his attention, though, and as he turns again he sees--

Tentacles.

Those sure are tentacles. Tentacles she's using as if they were just extra arms.

Tentacles. Cleaning his room.

Tentacles.

Tamaki shouldn't comment on them. The tentacles. It could make her uncomfortable. But they're very obviously there handling his garbage like it's just no big deal... moving and wiggling. Just like tentacles. Clearing his throat, he quickly shakes the thought of tentacles away and shifts to the boiler, setting it up. ]

Look. It's fine. You don't need to tentacl--tidy!! Tidy it up!! It's fine! You're a guest! Don't tire your tenta--Agh! Yourself! Don't tire yourself out! I'll do it! I'll do everything! Stay put!

[ Pretty smooth, huh? ]

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05/12 - audio. oh boy here we go

audio- The Noodling Has Commenced

audio-->action; two comments in and i'm already screaming

audio-->action; music to my ears

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text. btw this is next month i guess

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