A Dash of Chili Powder

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She yelped when the big black-haired teen scooped her up into his large arms and made a break for her bed. She fastened her small little hands onto Rage's shirt, her eyes going wide with his sudden motion. Before she knew it, Amaya was tossed onto her messy bed and the peach-eyed teen was passed out and sprawled right next to her, his arm played across her waist from the quick passing out and movements.

Amaya just sat there, blinking profusely. 

Did he just...pick her up and fall asleep in her bed? She twitched slightly and wrapped her little fingers around his wrist. His arm was slung aroun her waist too. Goo lord, this was awkward. She pushed and pulled at his arm to get it off, but her efforts were fruitless an she frowned, a slough of coughs racking her small body.

She shook her head miserably.

"Oi, who's Rage?" Yuki questioned impatiently, tapping a clawed finger against her upper arm. Impatiently. "C'mon. We haven't got all day. Still gotta take Akahana's fuzzy butt for a walk..." she grumbled on.

Gracie

[Pffft ohhhhh awkward. Rage-kun's gonna be mortified when Scythe tells him. And he WILL tell him. And relish in the embarrassment of his friend. XD]

"He ran into Nee-san's room really fast," Awaji muttered, eying Yuki like she would bite him if he spoke above a mumble.

Scythe's face was the picture of puzzlement. "..." He gestured to Yuki and Kiba. "You can come in - I'll go see what's going on...."

Awaji scuttled into the apartment and hid behind the kitchen's island counter to avoid being near the feral couple. He peeked from behind the counter with obvious mistrust. Scythe, meanwhile, made a calm but curious beeline for Amaya's room.

When he got there, his brown eyes widened. "Ah...." He covered his mouth to hide his smile. "Oh, this is great! XD"

[Scythe can be such a troll.]