twelve.

[girlshaveitgood]

[It's a little too warm in here...Nitori stirs, but when he turns he nearly falls over, and that jolts him awake pretty fast. He's clearly not in his bed - it's way too narrow and extremely uncomfortable.

He sits up really, really slowly (Nitori's pretty sure his head has never hurt this much before in his life) and tries to orient himself. It

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[guyshaveitgood]

[after Takatsuki's quest for pain killers proves to be unsuccessful, he comes back and decides that he was a bit derpish for not trying the bathroom first.

too bad there's a car in the way of the medicine cabinet.]

...what?

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[girlshaveitgood]

[Yeah, just a little. Good job, Takatsuki.

But hey, LOOK WHO'S IN THAT CAR. Nitori peers out the window at him, and then he knocks on the glass, trying to get Takatsuki's attention. SOME JERK WHO LOVES HIS SON TOO MUCH APPARENTLY LEFT THE CHILD LOCKS ON, and now Nitori can't get out himself.]

Takatsuki!

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[guyshaveitgood]

[shit what is this i don't even.

there's a nitori in my bathroom car. but not to worry, Takatsuki comes to your rescue...by performing the backbreaking, heroic task of opening the door.

that's a little anti-climatic, but okay.]

Nitori, how did you end up in here?

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[girlshaveitgood]

[MY HEROOOO.

Nitori stumbles out of the car, from a mix of both hungover-ness and having gigantic Kingdom Hearts shoes on.]

I...I don't really remember.

[itsahotone]

...I didn't even know there were cars around here.

[girlshaveitgood]

Neither did I.

...I wonder how it got in here?

[itsahotone]

Who knows, this whole place is fu--what are you wearing?

[girlshaveitgood]

[Nitori wraps the first robe around tighter.]

I don't know. I mean...I don't know how I got it, or who any of it belongs to...

[notundermyroof]

[...Burt sees that car and has a sinking feeling that he knows why the set of clothes he changed out for his new Marc Jacobs ensemble was covered in grease and had seven different wrenches stuck in the pockets.]

[In other news, OH MAN THAT CAR IS SO PIMPED. We are talking, like... An El Camino with Lambo doors, in an eye-searingly neon shade of blue, with a spoiler the size of a small village and little tiny gold-plated spinning rims inside the chrome-plated spinning rims. The upholstery is done in a soft, plush-y purple fabric, and the (largely chrome-plated) interior has been modified to include things like a slurpee machine, massage chair seats, and, uh. Don't push the red button on the dash while someone's standing in front of the car, ok?]

[Because it's got little hood-mounted flamethrowers.]

...........

[Dear God, please let this not be my fault, love Burt?]

[girlshaveitgood]

[That is the most amazing car there ever was. Ever.]

...Um. Sir, do you know who this car belongs to? [THEY SHOULD PROBABLY RETURN IT...SOMEHOW. It can't really stay there, after all.]

[notundermyroof]

[Sloooooow headshake!]

I don't. Uh. No. Can't say I do.

[girlshaveitgood]

Oh.

[He looks back at it.]

...Do you know how to get a car out of a bathroom? [Hey, it's worth a shot.]

[srettsfamila]

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