Musa's House

[Musashi]

(Note: This place is not in the universe of MSF.)
(Note #2: Private RP.)
(Note #3: Not a Halloween house. :3)

POOF.

Musa and Scarpy went suddenly from being in a forest to being in a house. It was like one of those old Japanese-style homes, with the wooden floors and papery doors, but also with plumbing and some electricity. It was fairly large, large enough for a few people to live there comfortably. Judging by some of the framed photos on some shelves, that would be the case. But it didn't seem that anyone else was there at the moment.

Having ended up in the living room area, the kitteh draaaaagged Scarp along, down a lil' hallway, and into a slightly large-ish sideroom. There were four beds (the Japanese sort that're on the floor.. no, I don't remember what they're called. -_-;), a few bookshelves, a few sidetables and like... bedroom stuff. Hey, typist never said she was good at descing. :P
Musa dragged Scarp over to a bed closest to a window, scooted him into it and tucked him in.

"There.. you can have my bed. I don't mind." The kitty flopped onto the floor beside Scarp.
"I could sleep anywhere right now, honestly..." And thus he did, finally dozing off to the sound of birds.

[scarplo]

So... they slept. And there were dreams. Dreams of such frabjabulous nature, that were they to be discribed right here and now, your computer would get up and race to a disco hall to boogie.

For the good of disco halls everywhere, we're not going to focus on the dreams.

According to one of the Janitors, Scarplo had a manditory two days bed rest. So, naturally, the ninja woke to the sound of someone cooking in the kitchen.

[Musashi]

Yes, Musa too had quite frabjabulous dreams. Such exciting, extraordinary, yaoilicious (of course :P) dreams, that they could not possibly be explained, or else BRAINS WOULD EXPLODE. Yeah.

The sound of cooking caused one of Musa's kitty ears to twitchitytwitch. The sound traveled into his kitty-brain and pushed the Time to Get Up button.

"...mrfle..."

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, then looked around sleepily. These were familiar surroundings. But why was he here? He wasn't in his bed, but next to it. But it looked slept in.

And thus the Switch of Realization was flipped. "......!"

Musa scrambled up as fast as his lil' ninja self could, and he dashed for the kitchen. He stopped at the kitchen doorway, panting, and just STARED at Scarp.

"Y.. you're supposed to be in bed! Bed rest! Two days!"

[scarplo]

Scarp looked rather like a recovering burn victim. Which made quite a bit of sense, given what had happen prior.

"Not until someone tells me what the hell happened. Do you want pepper on your eggs?"

[Musashi]

Musa just stared, and moved his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.

Then suddenly the ninja was clinging to Scarp, crying his little kitteny heart out.

"Youusedthepenandthenyoustoppedmovingandthentherewasanevilscarpyandthenademontookoveryourbodyandliedtomeandthentherewasabigfightandnowyou'rebackANDIMISSEDYOUSOMUCH!"

[scarplo]

A normal person probably wouldn't be standing up at the moment.
A less grizzled character would've winced at the crying ninja tackle on fire seared flesh.

Scarplo simply held the ninja like a child, "You okay?"

[Musashi]

"NO, I'M NOT OKAY!" Musa buried his face against Scarp's chest and got the poor BBQ'd vagabond all soggy with kitten tears.

When he spoke again, the kitty's voice was muffled. "You were gone for so long, and we worked so hard to get you back! I'm happy and upset at the same time. I'm really tired." Sniffle.

[scarplo]

And lo, the kitty-ninja's hair was ruffled. "Rest. I'll bring in your breakfast in a minute."

Scarplo didn't let Musa out of the hug.

[Musashi]

"Noooo... /you're/ supposed to be resting! I dunno how you're even standing up. And what if I go rest, and then something happens to you in here, and then you disappear again?"

The kitty scootled about until he was hugging Scarplo from the side, so that he was more out of the way of cookingness. "We can't have that. So I'm staying right here."

[scarplo]

The vagabond ruffled the ninja's hair again. "Alright."

And the cooking continued, until... "Bacon and eggs. Did you want to eat them like this, or can we sit down?"

[Musashi]

"Oh.. right. Sitting."

Veryvery reluctantly the kittyninja released Scarp. He walked to the kitchen table, whiched looked big enough to seat four people comfortably. Musa pulled out a chair for Scarp, then pulled out another right next to it and flopped down.

[scarplo]

The bacon hovered between chewey and crunchy, while the eggs, slightly greasy, gave away hints of their cheesy and salty heritage.

Scarp ate in silence, then crossed his utensiles on the plate. "Alright. Now, you need to know I'm not going to lie down for two days."

[Musashi]

Musa alternated between poking and nibbling at his food. Nibble. Poke. Nibble. Poke. Pokepokenibble. Nibblenibblepoke. It tasted fine, but the kitteh did not have much of an appetite, despite not having eaten for a while. Being upset'll do that to ya.

The ninja stabbed his fork into his last bit of eggs. His kitty ears flattened slightly. "Yes you are. Or do you have a very good reason for why you shouldn't?"

[scarplo]

Scarplo stretched his neck, producing a series of pops, and stood up from the table. "Because I choose to."

[Musashi]

Musa's kitty ears flattened a bit more, and he made a quiet kitty-like growling noise as he stood up.

"It's /two/ f*****g days. Just two. You go lie down, and I'll get a healer here to work on you. And you'll rest, and I'll rest, and we'll get to spend some time together. And you're not going to argue with me about this. OKAY?"