(...it is none other... Than DJANGO DJANGOVIC)
Смири се, сада, биће довољно за све вас мали драги...
(Throws a handful of birdseed... Then notices SLEEPYMIYU)
...Oh, Miss Fujimura! It certainly has been awh—... Are you quite alright?
edited 4th Apr '16 7:12:23 AM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...My God, what are doing out here on the roof in such—such... Such light attire? Goodness...
(Shuts his eyes a moment... Then produces a sheet of lightning from his hands, which slowly takes the form of a warm, fuzzy blanket, which he then meekly drapes over Miyu's shoulders.)
edited 4th Apr '16 7:19:40 AM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Heh, I really wish I was exaggerating...
(Peers over at the beverage making status.)
(It's a nice, heavy blanket, probably made of wool or something. Still a little staticky, though, so try not to squirm around too much or your hair will stand up...)
...What exactly has happened, young lady? You look... Out of sorts. I know sleep deprivation is manageable for some (myself included!), but it looks to do you ill...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...What? Ch-challenge y–?... Wherever is your Servant, dear girl?!
(Gilligan cut to Assassin snoring heavily in his room, wearing only a turtleneck and boxers, drooped over in an armchair and drooling on an open copy of Leaves of Grass, a half-empty thing of cognac rested unsteadily between his legs.)
...mrrghhh... mrrrm... Judith... Zzzzzzzzz...
(Takey.)
Mm, I have narcolepsy. Usually it isn't such a big deal, but it'll intensify on occasion and I'll end up basically hibernating for awhile. Heh, like a gopher or something...
(DRANK)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

(instinctively starts to reach for the crossbow in her bag, as she somewhat blearily looks back)