It's Sunday, but OUR CRACK MEMES RETURN!

[playinmygarden]

THE MORNING AFTER MEME v2.0
"Last Friday Tuesday Sunday night; Yeah we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shots; Think we kissed but I forgot..."
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Rin Okumura || Blue Exorcist

[pinnedbangs]

[He is fifteen years old, through and through.]

[clockwrkangel]

[[Becca is also fifteen. Nothing happened in that way, though it still looks like they had a hell of a party. Looks like sugar and caffeine in high enough doses causes memory loss? Or at least for the sake of the meme, hush. Mountain Dew cans litter the area, and Becca and Rin are passed out on a couch, his tail in her hand.]]

[pinnedbangs]

[Fifteen-year-olds united in a sugary aftermath of too much cake and candy and failing to get anything but strict reprimands from the adults from trying to get some booze! Or maybe that last part was just Rin.

Rin wasn't going to wake up until he's had all eleven hours of sleep. It was nothing personal. He just slept for 11 hours. Every day. ...Then again he might wake up if she was ruthless enough to try everything to bring him to consciousness.]

[clockwrkangel]

[[Becca's straight edge, you're alone for booze, Rin. Becca is perfectly fine with sleeping that long, too. Though the longer she sleeps, the more tangled her hand gets in his tail. She rolls over onto him, wrapping her free hand around him...while her other hand accidentally pulls that tail.]]

[pinnedbangs]

[Fine, more for him to not have. Okay, the youthful female body pressed against him and pulling that tail of his?

Yeah, he's awake now! Definitely awake! He's awake and he's flailing and freaking out like a kid waking up from a bad dream and the next thing he knows - he's smashed his face into the floor.]

[clockwrkangel]

[[He manages to send Becca to the floor as well. She yelps and flails, pulling his tail again.]]

Whaa?

[pinnedbangs]

[OMG LET GO -- he tries to flip over, but having a girl on his back was counterproductive to getting up. That and she was making him nearly immobile. He reaches behind him and tries to move Becca from his back to the floor. ...And he tries to make her let go of his damn tail...]

Ge'off me!

[clockwrkangel]

[[Don't worry, once she's conscious, she's trying to let go of his tail how did it get looped around her wrist? There, it's off now. She pulls away and looks around.]]

... ... ... We had a good night...

[pinnedbangs]

[Finally, he can hide it again... Stupid tail, stupid Satanic heritage, stupid super obvious weak point... Once that's done stuffing it back under his shirt, Becca's words finally sink in. We had a good night. 'We'. As in, 'together'. As in. . . .]

..."Good night"? [He tries to think of what happened while untangling himself from her arms... and he finds that he can't remember a thing.] Wh-What happened?

[clockwrkangel]

[[She gestures around. There's the demolished remains of a cake, the utensils that suggest they baked it together before eating it, and so many, many cans of mountain dew.]]

Iunno, but I can make a few guesses.

[pinnedbangs]

[Well, using the context clues around the room... there was only one logical conclusion.]

Uhm... We tried to make a cake with soda?

[clockwrkangel]

...Looks like it. Looks like it was good, too.

[pinnedbangs]

I didn't know that was possible. [He reaches over to take a piece of that abomination and pops it in his mouth.

Oh god it tastes like -- ] Why the hell did we -- wait, who are you?

[clockwrkangel]

I'm Becca. I...don't remember your name, either. But obviously both of us can cook, so that's a plus.

[pinnedbangs]

Okumura Rin. ...I guess so? I don't normally bake. [HOW IS THIS A PLUS] ...Right. I'll help you clean up. [Because this must be his fault. Or something.]

[clockwrkangel]

Okumura? [[This westerner doesn't understand that your name is the other way around.]]

Nice to meet you, I guess. Let's get going. Do you want dishes or the floor?