EPILOGUE.

Jirou had his major shreiking moment of dooooooommmm again. ASDFGHJKL.
"WHOTHEHELLAREYOUOMGOMGOMFG." Jirou spazzing out, anyone? x_x

"I'm a...door to door salesman?" He said, confused.

Jirou began running in circles, screaming.
...Which eventally bothered Mia. She had clearly already been dressed, and marched out of the room. "Jirou... wtf."

Gawain waved at her, getting impatient.

She made her way to Jirou, unsheathed a knife then held it to his neck. "Listen, Jirou. You're going to calm down, and walk away." and with that, she pulled the knife away.
Jirou obeyed.
She turned back to this so-called 'salesman'. "Right, sorry 'bout that. Your name, and your reason to be here?"

He gave an uneasy smile.
"Johnathan, ma'am. I'm a college student, got a job advertising for Ninja Kitchen System. Could you invite me in a moment?"

She glared at him. "Fine, fine." she gave in at last somewhat, though still gripping to the knife.

The vampire grinned and stepped into the house.
"Finally." He said, shaking out his blond hair, blinking his green eyes.
"Where is Taiki."

"How should I know?" she grumbled, glaring at him again. Her gaze soon flickered off in another direction. "And why does Taiki interest you so, for a 'salesman' as you may claim yourself."

He sighed and started searching the house, revealing the broadsword and scabbard on his back.

She followed after him, with a cold glare. "Tell me what you wanted with him anyway."

His hand went to the handle of sword.

Mea was happily curled up to next to Taiki, stealing his werewolf-like supply of body heat.

And Taiki was sleepin'. Hanoshit.

She launched her knife at him. "I said tell me what you want with him."

"I want to fight him" He said. "Dur."

"Areyouseriouslybloodykiddingme. Some stranger claims to be a salesman, walks into our house, and bothers to wish to fight Taiki. SERIOUSLY WTF IS GOING ON." Mia's spazz out turn, anyone?
Meantime, little mr. Jirou was back to his own spazz outs, running around Mia and Mifune's room, wishing desperately to wake up the lazy Mifune. "MIFUNEEEE. MIFUNEEEEE. MIFUNEEEEEEEEE. WAKEEE UPPPPPPPP."

"well I can't come inside if I'm not invited, so I had to pretend." He grumbled.

Mifune woke up.

"Now allow me your true name, since I'm almost certain the name of which you have given me wasn't your actual name.."

"THERE'SACREEPERINTHEHOUSEEEEE." he shreiked.

'kay. Mia'll handle it." He went back to sleep, mumbling "With liberal application of murder, probably..."

He sighed, crossing muscular arms.
"Gawain"
He hoped she didn't know the legend of Arthur.

"...You're really gonna let Mia murder someone? Again? MIFUNEDOSOMETHINGABOUTTHECREEPERINOURHOUSEEEEE." {ASDFGHJKL. Shreiking Jirou.}

>_> moment. "Ohreally. Right, right. Anyway...."

Oh good. She didn't he was connected to Lancelot.
"Yeah?"

"yes I will let Mia murder someone. you know she'll be fine. gothefuckaway."

"...Anyway, I can't allow you to fight Taiki. So, um... can I like bloody murder you now?"

"MIFUNE DON'T LET HER RANDOMLY KILL SOMEONEEE. And I shall not go thefuck away, thank you very much FOR YOUR CONCERN, MIFUNE." A Jirou glare. In a Jirou way. Oh the joy of Jirou-ness. ><

He threw a pillow at his face.
"Oh wait! Taiki!" he woke up and went to talk with him.

"Well...No." He said, pulling out his sword and facing point downwards, to caution her but not threaten.

Jirou made his gay shreik again. "MIFUNE YOU'RE BEING SO MEANNNN TO MEEE AGAINNNNNNNNN." he started flapping his arms around, throwing the pillow back on the bed. "Oh n' take your stupid pillow back, Mifune. You n' Mia make out enough on this bed. I don't want anything that touches it, even on slight bit. GOT ITTTTTT~"

Mia pointed another knife at him. "I'm serious, Gawain."

The massive, pockmarked, rather plain blade went to shield him. He dug tennis shoed feet into the ground.

"Hey..." Mifune asked, poking sleeping Taiki.

..And thus she launched her knife at him. :DDD Screwed.

Taiki was mumbling things to himself, not waking up. For a boy who sits in a tree for an entire day staring out at who-knows-what for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours, he sure needs sleep. ._.