Second Silver Spoon - action for Dangan House

[shslasshat]

[Twas the morn of Halloween, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for the seven eevees wearing various articles of meticulously hand-sewn miniature clothing who all rouse from their watchful slumber when the steady rise and fall of their charges' chests is disturbed by their waking.

Their costumes are sewn with the utmost of care, to indicate the classmate of whom they were to each be aware.

The coma patients are nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of horrible not-chernabogs dance in their heads. And Togami with suit all rumpled with wear, is sprawled in the study, asleep in a chair.

Thin scraps of fabric sit on his lap, with sketches of costumes to serve as a map. Jackets and hoodies and long embroidered coats, the pen pressure tells whose "fashions" he hates the most. Several new pokeballs are strewn on the floor - don't touch them, please, you don't know what's in store.

Wake him or not, whatever you dare, but if you do wake him, you'd better beware - he hasn't slept in a week, so I'd stay out of his hair.]


[There's seven clothed Eevees from the nameless generation each wearing an "iconic" article of clothing from one of Togami's classmates, and each one will wake up with "their" eevee sleeping on their chest. Naegi's has a miniature replica of his hoodie, Kirigiri's has kitten mittens and a little dark jacket, Celes' has the little ruffled headband, Ishimaru's has his white jacket (velcro, not buttons) and his red armband, Mondo's has his stupid fucking embroidered coat the writing on which may or may not have been modified because he couldn't be arsed to use the real thing as a reference, Leon's has a little yarn goatee and a white shirt, and Hagakure's has a yarn wig that its ears stick through, and a jacket fastened on like a little cape. These Eevees will, upon their charges' waking, bolt from the room to report to Togami.

Getting them into the costumes was a day's work in and of itself. The windows are also all barricaded against ghosts, and Naegi has money missing from his wallet with a note in its place that says it's to pay a maid. And the house is marginally cleaner than it was.

And Togami, as said, is passed out in the comfiest chair in the study, with the beginning of a miniature suit to match his own held on his lap.]

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[freshprints]

[And soon enough, guess who's invading the study with Tiny Kirivee in tow. WHY YES, IT'S KIRIGIRI. Finally-awake-after-a-week-of-coma Kirigiri, in fact.

And now it's Togami's turn to be comatose, but hopefully he'll be easier to rouse than she must've been. Hence, she only takes a minute or two in looking him over before heading over to shake him wake.]

[shslasshat]

[As soon as a hand is laid on his shoulder, his shoulders tense and he starts awake, looking around in that panicked confusion that comes with "WHAT NO I JUST CLOSED MY EYES FOR A SECOND WHY IS IT MORNING".

He also pricks his thumb on the sewing needle still in his hand, and hisses in indignant pain at that, halfway to sucking the wounded digit between his lips to soothe it before he notices who woke him.]

You're awake, I see.

[freshprints]

[She just kind of stares at him a minute in her usual Kirigiri way, quietly adding up variables as the Eevee at her side flicks its tail with a touch of haughtiness it probably inherited from its great-grandmother. Come to think of it, they never did manage to find Togami-kun in their searches of that castle, and oddly, once they'd initially determined he wasn't there, the urgency of the notion of finding him had somehow drained away, like it was all right not to look because they wouldn't find him anyway...

Hm.]

How long was I asleep?

[Long enough to sew clothes for an Eevee, evidently.]

[shslasshat]

[Aren't you happy that that meant he lucked out and missed out on all the fun, instead of meaning that he was gone from Johto and you'd never see him again. You know you missed his smiling face.

As the silence stretches on, he sets his sewing aside and picks up a scrap of black fabric to pinch off the blood from the pinprick.]

Almost a week.

Make no mistake, I enjoyed the solitude.

[No he didn't.]

[action]

[divinitea]

[Celes did not obtain a single iota of enjoyment from that disgusting nightmare, particularly since upon waking she scrambles furiously to find her Pokeballs in a most undignified manner, breathing an audible sigh of relief when all three are located. So it really was just a dream, then. But what a dream....

A few minutes pass as Celes continues to lie in her bed, arm resting over her eyes. So it comes as somewhat of a surprise when she sits up to find an Eevee sitting daintily in the chair next to her bed, wearing what appears to be a miniature version of her headband.] 

.... 

[The Eevee seems eager to lead her to one of the other bedrooms, but Celes forces it to wait (and it, admittedly, does so rather patiently) while she dresses and applies her usual makeup. She's rather surprised when the little creature leads her right to Togami, passed out in one of the chairs - and if she says so herself, looking rather undignified.] 

Togami-kun.

[shslasshat]

[Togami as yet has no idea of the horrors everyone endured during their incredibly inconvenient naps, but there have been ghosts swarming through the house and Sho has worn herself ragged keeping them from sucking the souls from the comatose patients...

...or whatever the hell ghost pokemon do. He felt it prudent not to find out.

Togami jolts awake when his name is called, blue eyes a little bloodshot as he clears his throat and straightens his glasses.]

Celestia.

[divinitea]

To find the esteemed heir of the Togami Conglomerate in such a position...I feel almost honoured. 

[Seriously Togami, it's amusing. Despite of her mirth, Celes is able to confine her amusement to one soft giggle, floating over to the nearest chair and sitting gracefully, legs crossed at the knee.] 

Do you make a habit of falling asleep in such a manner?

[shslasshat]

[When he relaxes, it's into a much more dignified position, legs crossed at the knee as he moves the tiny suit he's working on to the table with the lamp on it (which is covered in tiny scraps of fabric and thread). He glares down his nose at her when she takes a seat near him, then his eyes cast around for Celeseevee, who was supposed to give him ample warning.]

Do you make a habit of sleeping for days without warning? I would've called the coroner, had it not been far too much effort to be spent on the likes of all of you.

[struck_out]

[The next one to awaken would be Leon, but it's his Eevee that comes rushing into Togami's room rather than teen himself. Feint but dragging footsteps can be heard as Leon heads to the shower; he'll meet with Togami once he's washed off the remnants of the nightmare...as well as all those Eevee hairs.

[shslasshat]

[Togami is awakened by an eevee leaping into his lap like it's sliding into home plate, yipping excitedly and doing a little dance, and by the time the eevee's run downstairs into the study, he can hear the shower turn on upstairs. This time, he has ample warning to clean up his work area a little bit and to straighten his suit and hair before Leon comes downstairs.]

[struck_out]

[He's actually foregoing styling his hair today, leaving it to lie down flat. Leon's honestly just too tired to worry about looking cool today.

Once he's had a shower and feels marginally better, he heads downstairs to look for some breakfast because he is fucking famished. It's on his way down though that he hears the excited yipping of an Eevee that...looks a bit like him. Confused, he lets the small Pokemon tug and drag his clothes towards the study. His mouth drops into a small 'o' once he sees who's been busy during the whole last week.]

...T-togami? Shit, you look, well, almost as bad I do. An' that's really sayin' somethin'.

[shslasshat]

[Togami had resumed his repose in the chair, this time with a book that he'd attempted to read earlier in the week, his chin propped on his knuckles and the book balanced on his crossed knee. Except for the dark circles under his eyes, made darker by the shadow of his glasses frames in the light from the lamp, he looks as poised as ever.

When Leon appears, Togami lifts his head and shoots him a look.]

Don't compare someone of my fine breeding to a plebeian like yourself.

[ardent]

[It takes Ishimaru a while to wake up, if for no better reason than he's not used to sleeping for more than a handful of hours at a time - he can function on surprisingly little sleep, and more often than not he's lying awake long after he's gone to bed, waiting for his brain to shut off. He has no idea how long he's been out this time, but he knows he doesn't feel rested in the least; as far as he can tell, it's either one of those things where he feels like he's been passed out for days but he actually only slept for maybe an hour, or he overslept to the point that it just looped back around and became counterproductive.

He eventually becomes aware of the (albeit really slight) weight on his chest, and he props himself up after a moment; this manages to wake the Eevee that's camping out there, though it's not in any sort of dignified manner - he just sort of slides down into Ishimaru's lap really unceremoniously and looks at him in a fairly irritated fashion before seeming to realize what it's looking at, at which point it just kind of bounces in place a couple of times before turning and hup-hup-hup-ing its way up the stairs.

It's never taken Ishimaru very long to get dressed in the morning, and this isn't really an exception to that; he'll make his way up from the basement where he's been camping out with Oowada eventually, following the sounds of that rather...assertedly excited Eevee in the white coat and eventually finding it in Togami's lap, clearly insisting that he needs to wake the hell up.

...seems you picked that one well, no oversleeping with him around.]

Togami-kun - good morning!

[shslasshat]

[Togami's been running on little to no sleep for the past week, between his comatose classmates, the storms that have been rattling the house at night, and keeping ghost-types out of the house (he's fairly sure he's caught one of every kind, now). So there are sleepless shadows under his eyes, but hey, at least Eeveemaru woke him up with ample warning that he doesn't jolt awake when Ishimaru barks his way into the room.]

Finally you rejoin the world of the living.

[ardent]

Surely it hasn't been that long!

[...that said, however, he does glance over at Eeveemaru over there, who is just looking like the proudest little thing because HE DID GOOD, and honestly he finds picking the fluffball in the white jacket easier to focus on than whatever's going on with Togami over there so come here, fuzzy.]

Although you look like you could use some sleep yourself; have you been up all night?

[shslasshat]

All of you fell unconscious sometime last week.

[Togami watches Ishimaru go over to Eeveemaru and scoop him off the floor, which he takes as a compliment to the faithful replication of the little fuzzball's costume. He is rather proud of it, given all the fine details that he had to adjust to work on a quadrupedal frame (the medal and epaulets are simply sewn on, and the armband is stitched into place).]

It is rather difficult to rest when the winds are so high that the house creaks under the brunt of it.

[crystalballer]

[When the Eevee with the wonderful yarn afro comes bounding over to Togami, it's not long after that an incredibly disoriented Hagakure follows.

If the Eevee jumping on Togami didn't wake him up, Hagakure's totally not subtle yawning definitely will.]

Maaan, I feel like I got hit by a truck...

[He stretches loudly and glances around the room. He stares weirdly at the barricaded windows, then spots Togami in the chair nearby.]

Dude. Togami-chi, you look even worse than me!

[He wishes he had a camera right now.]

[shslasshat]

[Luckily, an eevee launching itself into his lap is enough to stir the lightly-slumbering heir, and he blearily identifies the culprit just before its ward enters the room.]

Don't start. Did I ask to hear your voice?

[crystalballer]

Well hello to you too.

[Same old Togami-chi though. Hagakure just smirks at him.

It's then that he notices Hagakureevee has wound up in Togami's lap.]

Wait...is that yours, Togami-chi? Why does he look kinda like me, anyway?

[shslasshat]

[It's bad enough he still has to put up with you when/if he goes back to the real world, don't start throwing shade.

When attention is called to it, Togami puts Hagakureevee on the ground so fast you'd think it just stepped on his balls.]

It's not mine. It belonged to the previous owner of the house.

They're plentiful and obedient enough, so I used them as guards so that I could do other things without concerning myself with babysitting your unconscious bodies day in and day out.

[diamondo]

[Needless to say, Mondo really didn't appreciate that nightmare. He wakes up slowly, not moving from his spot on the bed for awhile, only to notice that there's an Eevee perched on his chest, wearing a miniature version of his jacket. The writing isn't the same, but Mondo doesn't have much time to get a look at it before the Eevee is off and running to the stairs, waiting on the first one for Mondo to follow.

He groans and forces himself up, telling the Eevee to wait a moment while he does his hair. It doesn't take him all that long, all things considered, but the Eevee is impatient anyway. Mondo finally follows the Pokémon upstairs and into one of the rooms.

He's surprised to see Togami in such an undignified position, and equally surprised to see that Togami was the one who created the little coat for the Eevee. Maybe he's misjudged Togami.

...Nah.

Anyway, Mondo doesn't bother trying to shake Togami awake, instead he raises his voice.]

Oy, Togami!

[shslasshat]

[He knows that coat, and the memory of all of the intricate embroidery (were he a pettier man, he would have written things like 'I have a small penis' and 'shithead' in languages that Mondo wouldn't understand, but the coat itself already toes the line with animal abuse as far as Togami is concerned, and unlike SHSL Needless Violence over there, Togami has restraint) makes his hands and his eyes ache the minute he's awake enough to recognize it.

Luckily, the eevee wakes him up seconds before the telltale bellow echoes through the room, and not half a second later Togami's wearing a deep scowl.]

What in god's name do you want, peasant?

[superordinary]

[ Naegi's one of the last to wake up and when he does, he would have gone back to sleep for another hour or two if a furball clad in hoodie hadn't darted off toward the door and he can't really ignore that. It doesn't take long for him to follow the Eevee downstairs and into the study where Togami is. ]

...Togami-kun?

[shslasshat]

[Togami's fallen asleep again, stubbornly refusing to actually go to bed like a normal person, but this time it's more dignified. His head is simply lolled forward, his fingers loosely holding the sewing that he'd managed a few more stitches on after expressly forbidding any of their awake classmates to enter the study.

He's claimed it, now it's his.

He starts awake when he hears his name called, blue eyes bleary and sleepless bruises accentuated by the shadows from his glasses frames. There's an Eevee in a hoodie pawing at his pantleg, and he looks down at it before looking over at the door.]

Naegi. You're awake.

[superordinary]

Good morning, Togami-kun. Why were you sleeping out here?