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[3rd_phase]

::Pulling his ribbon out of his hair, Kuhn stares into the mirror on the door of his room with a scowl. His long, blue hair falling out of its ponytail, Kuhn begins to pull his fingers through it, still trying to get around the feeling of having nearly floor-length hair. Okay, he's never really had short hair-- hell, in grade school, he'd been made

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[raininglights]

::Kukaku had needed more tape. Materials for work in this place were so terribly scarce. She hated it. She'd been on her way through the C Cart when she heard some rather pained noises from the other side of one of the doors. She mentally damned Yoruichi and her curiosity that had rubbed off on Kukaku over the years and stepped into the room.::

...Everything okay in here?

[3rd_phase]

...
::Kuhn fell silent as the woman entered the room. Letting go of his earring, which was still tangled into his hair, his eyes began to dart over her, looking over her features. Okay, she had one arm-- sad, but kind of cool. Showed that she was adventurous... Still a bit of a detractor from the rest of her, but regardless, she was a total ten. It took all Kuhn had to keep his eyes from lingering too long on her chest. His hands falling to his sides, he put on a nervous, awkward smile, hoping she hadn't noticed his wandering gaze.

... Maybe this train had some plusses after all.::

[raininglights]

::Oh she had noticed, but she didn't think much of it. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for her. She'd been unfortunately blessed with some of the better physical genetics of the Shiba family. Fortunately for Kuhn this was one thing her impatience with people didn't stretch to. After so many years, she just learned to tolerate it. Her hand fell onto her hip.::

...Are you done staring at my chest or do you need another few minutes?

[3rd_phase]

::Shit. She had noticed.::
Wha...?
... What do you mean? I wasn't staring at your...
::Kuhn gulped nervously, smiling as sincerely as he could, though failing miserably. He was in trouble now...::
... Well, you know. That would be very rude of me to do.
::Come on, Kuhn, you can do it, just bluff like you've never bluffed before!::

[blog_of_evil]

::in one extraordinarily good mood, and strikes into C7 like he owns it, but stops, blinking, at Kuhn::

I...you...Oh. I thought this room was-...Never mind. Scuse me.

::walks past Kuhn and into his closet, feeling around for a secret panel; seems he's been keeping his stash in one of the abandoned rooms until now::

[3rd_phase]

::A little angry at Dr. Horrible's abrupt entry, Kuhn walks after him, and pulls the Doctor around to face him by the shoulder::
Dude, hey, what're you doing?
Why are you in my room?

[blog_of_evil]

::blinks, before looking slightly annoyed at being touched and gives Kuhn a shove off his shoulder::

I'm not a "dude". ::turns back to the closet before touching a panel, drawing out an envelope of money, and smiles::

There it is.

[3rd_phase]

Well--
Hey!! Hey!!
What did you put in my closet?!