Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-34754862-20170603231439/@comment-28929139-20170609235056

Kideme couldn't help but titter with glee because heehee, Sexy Lady had a crush!

However, in all seriousness, when she noticed Shien sort of throw up in his mouth, Kideme wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Don't worry, Shinny-poo. It took me awhile to get over the dirty diaper smell too. It's the hair follicles that make it stink the worst. Here, smell this instead." With her arm still around Shien, Kideme pulled a senbon contained beneath her obi and very slowly and gently tried to stick the pencil thick shaft between his fingers and his face just beneath his nostrils. Hopefully the warm scent of steel and the subtle vanilla-peach of her perfume would distract him long enough.

Gradually breaking away from Shien, she saw that Zaiko was terrified and without Sexy Lady even needing to say so, Kideme went to his side. "Psycho Zaiko....are you ill?" She touched his cheek and firmly patted it a few times. "You can't freeze up now, we need you! What would Daddy Zaiko do?" Hopefully, the mention of his father would get Zaiko to snap out of it but to be doubly sure...."I was going to save this for later....but you need this more than I do..." Popping off Ninny's wig, she dug into the doll's hollowed head and pulled out a small baggy with a dead black cricket and a small piece of milk chocolate inside. Pulling out both, she stuffed the buggy-sweet treat into his mumbling mouth. If the chocolatey goodness mixed with the crunchy gooey disgusting factor didn't wake him up.....would anything?

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Poor Shinny donated his lunch to the dead when they finally moved on and she frowned. "I should have given you my cricket." After splitting up, Kideme matched Itsuki's pace to keep up with her, glancing around but stopping short of the injured man. Although she wasn't too alarmed by the mangled sight of him, she was actually quite grateful that Sexy Lady still covered her eyes. He was dying, she could just about taste it, and it was sad to see innocent people die like this. Grateful to be spared of looking upon the fruit of the murderer's labor, Kideme turned around, trying to listen and sniff for the slightest movement or details beyond the sweet stench of death. Hearing Itsuki's distressed sigh made Kideme wonder but she didn't take her eyes off their surroundings until she was instructed to leave. If there had been a disturbance and she was picked up, Kideme looked around while clutching the other senbon she had hidden in her hand. What in the name of the Pink Lady was happening!?