[Yan Qing's done his share of break-ins back in the day. He's also had to do it for his employers here in Lunatia, too, so he thinks he's got this down pat. First, he tosses a ball at the window, and...
ZAP!
Okay.
He's back with a pair of rubber gloves and sleeping gas. Gloves, because he doesn't want to die! Sleeping gas, because he has no time for Dr. Doolittle shenanigans! Don't ask where he got it. Just chalk it up to his genius! And his sticky fingers. Once the dogs are knocked out by the bomb and the gas disperses, he sneaks past them with marvelous agility, making it to the window with no trouble at all. With a grin of victory, Yan Qing opens the window—
Shit!
He doesn't know why his feet are the only things keeping him from being squished like a pancake by a couple of logs, but sometimes reality is stranger than fiction. Hell, nothing like this ever happened in the book he was from. Why are real life people so crazy?
And just when things couldn't get crazier, he begins to pick up a smell...
Jyuto... What kind of friends do you keep, oi? I don't know who the hell you are, but something tells me I don't wanna find out!
His hands cover his nose and mouth, but he can only keep this up for so long. His legs are feeling weak, and he's getting drowsy...]
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ZAP!
Okay.
He's back with a pair of rubber gloves and sleeping gas. Gloves, because he doesn't want to die! Sleeping gas, because he has no time for Dr. Doolittle shenanigans! Don't ask where he got it. Just chalk it up to his genius! And his sticky fingers. Once the dogs are knocked out by the bomb and the gas disperses, he sneaks past them with marvelous agility, making it to the window with no trouble at all. With a grin of victory, Yan Qing opens the window—
Shit!
He doesn't know why his feet are the only things keeping him from being squished like a pancake by a couple of logs, but sometimes reality is stranger than fiction. Hell, nothing like this ever happened in the book he was from. Why are real life people so crazy?
And just when things couldn't get crazier, he begins to pick up a smell...
Jyuto... What kind of friends do you keep, oi? I don't know who the hell you are, but something tells me I don't wanna find out!
His hands cover his nose and mouth, but he can only keep this up for so long. His legs are feeling weak, and he's getting drowsy...]