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[Enter Yumichika into the 11th household, missing since early last night. He spares no glances toward nor regards any members that may be present. The only sound from him is the soft slide of his feet against the floor as he makes his way to his room. He drips with blood of both his and his opponent's and the fresh scent of gunpowder taints the air. His skin is scorched and littered with burns, clothing torn to shreds in some places, but his hair is strangely kempt. A wig, for every self respecting beauty has one in times of crisis. A stern, unreadable expression dawned, negative energy radiates from his being so thick that even Kushi and Dribbles-chan slither from his quarters with a whine and a tail tucked between their legs. The door to his bedroom closes behind him.]Impossible.
Hanatarou-san.
[ooc: FINARRY I get to use one of his bloody icons! >DDD Post-scrap with Papillon. The outcome was an epic draw in which he received the most damage and failed to kill Papi. That's just about equal to a loss in his mind, so he will be pissed. His SPESHAL technique was thwarted from full efficiency because he got that ass blown up. What he did manage to drain from Papi has helped to heal the more minor of his wounds but he's still a hot mess. The cause of all this? Yoruichi and her booty. They cause far too much trouble. >D tl;dr stfu]
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Ah?
What about healing?
May I come over? Are you at home?