11th Inning

[freakinblur]

[HEY HONDA HOUSEHOLD. Guess who's showing up the doorstep of 1763 Beaver St. early in the afternoon, before he needs to go babysit. He's looking smug and holding a small white envelope OF MYSTERY. To anyone who might answer the door, Scout will be asking for Kiku.]

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[Filtered to the BLU team, hackable because Scout is s-m-r-t. He sounds pretty unhappy.]

Uh, guys? Ya know now that RED's gotta Sniper here now too? That makes it 6 on 4, right? Just sayin'.

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[pinkplumblossom.livejournal.com]

[Taiwan smiles, nodding.]

"Yeah, he forgets to leave the house sometimes. Don't worry, I'll make sure he gets out and about. Maybe we'll come check out your party! Anyway... let me see if he's around."

[And she disappears into the house for a few minutes. Scout can hear her calling Nii-san! from inside as she looks around.]

[fuelefficient.livejournal.com]

[brb, dragging himself up to the door, covered in a blanket like the joyful hikkikomori he is]

Ah...may I help you?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Hey man! Got somethin' fer ya. [He hands Japan the envelope. There's $25 in various bills inside.] Ya said ya needed about that much ta make the equipment, right? Let me know if ya need anymore. My team's gettin' itchy to get movin' on our plan... gotta admit, I am too. But, I don't wanna do anythin' until these are ready. Thanks again, pal.

[When she's out of earshot, Scout will point a thumb in Taiwan's general direction.] Hey man, nice work there! I didn't know ya had a girlfriend.

[fuelefficient.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much. I have taken the liberty of purchasing the supplies ahead of time so...if you tell me where you live, check your mailbox in two days and you will have the proper equipment.

Ah...? Taiwan-san is my sister.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Sweet! Thanks, pal. I'm at 1451 Mitchell.

Wait. Sister?[You get a confused look.] Uh, she introduced 'erself as yer girlfriend ta me.

[fuelefficient.livejournal.com]

Taiwan-san is very forward...

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Huh. Ya might wanna clear that up wit' her, then. Cuz dat's a little weird, man. [He's clearly thinking on seomthing. And smirking. You can probably guess what it is. He's got a one-track mind sometimes.]

Anyways! Good luck wit' the work man, an' thanks again. I owe ya BIG time. Let me know if ya need anythin' else, OK?