[It's about eight in the morning, the day after Halloween night. Juuuuust the right time for the bright early-morning sun to be shining in through everybody's windows. The Ecruteak Inn in particular is RIGHT in the perfect place for that light to be blaring in, which is why the first thing that shows on the screen (accompanied by the scrapes and
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[HEATHER]
[GIVE THOSE BACK THOSE ARE MY GLASSES]
[YOU DON'T EVEN NEED GLASSES]
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[WHERE ARE YOUR GLASSES?]
[YOU NEED YOUR GLASSES BRO. 8(]
Hal?
... Dude, where are your glasses?
[... THEY'RE NEXT TO YOU, HEATHER.]
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.... Oh.
.... OH.
... aheh. Ooops...?
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Busy night, huh?
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[GLITTER. GLITTER EVERYWHERE. Her hair will be sparkly for WEEKS.]
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So if I'm 'tree head', would this make you sparkle-head?
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Don't start.
... Wait, in my teeth?
[... Now she's picking self-consciously at them.]
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Crow enters the room, a mug of coffee in his hand, although he seems to be in need of something much stronger -- in fact, he looks pretty miserable: he has shadows under his eyes and his expression is so lifeless it would leave any person dressed as a zombie on Halloween night ashamed. He moves past the huge PILE OF SHINIES without even a blink (when you've been pretending to be a cup of instant noodles the whole evening, there are hardly any things that could still surprise you) and only stops to wave at the two with his free hand, although without much enthusiasm.]
Yo.
[Looks like he's busy mourning his lost pride.]
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[She looks up when Crow comes in-- her mask is discarded but she's still in the poncho.]
Mornin'... did you have a crazy night, too?
[He sure LOOKS like he had a crazy night.]
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He sits down on the floor as well and slowly starts plowing through the pile in search of his belongings -- it doesn't take long until he localizes his earrings, so that's a good start.
The duelist freezes at the question, wincing as he answers it.]
Let's not talk 'bout it.
[THAT'S A YES.]
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Dad says Kaito and I have to give all of this back.
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Gimme a... minute...
[There's a lot of clanks and chinks as Heather begins to laboriously rummage through the pile. Judging by the sheer amount of junk here? Probably. :I;;]
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Is this one of them?
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[Needless to say, the Heather that answers the door is all kinds of disheveled, and only partially from their tussle the previous night. She does brighten up a little at the sight of him, although as soon as she remembers that... oops, he's a cop (although her impression of him is much better, he's never gonna be able to get away from that label with her entirely), her grin turns sheepish.]
Uh... hey.
Here to pick something up?
[... AS THOUGH THE FIGHT NEVER HAPPENED.]
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No, I wanted to see how you were doing.
[I TRIED TO STRANGLE YOU. PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE OKAY. (With that, he actually glances at her neck to see if there are any visible marks from that.)]
[He looks pretty worn. He quite obviously lost sleep over this, because he remembers a LOT of it - and that's also something that might be noticed, in the almost sheepish way he leans just slightly against the door frame when he normally always stands straight.]
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[The truth is, she actually remembers the fight in relatively clear detail, too... she remembers his rage, and her amusement... and she's actually just sort of in awe of it. She's not MAD, in any case. So she just.. blinks up at him a little bit.]
Me? I'm FINE.
... I mean, I feel like I have a hangover from hell even though I didn't have anything to drink last night that I can remember...
What about you?
[I TRIED TO TEAR YOUR EYEBALLS OUT. I AM GLAD TO SEE THAT YOU STILL HAVE YOUR EYEBALLS.]
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