[ This time, KAITO hasn't brought a glowing musical thing with him to the Plane. Instead, he has a tiny pink envelope, sealed with a pink heart sticker. His name is printed on the outside in purple. ]

I should open this here instead of on Maki-sama's computer, in case it's something nasty. You never know...

[ He peels the sticker off and opens the envelope's flap. He holds it at arms length, jaw set. When nothing happens, he observes it a little closer, propping the envelope open with two fingers and peering inside.

Out flies a leek! Right into his eye.

He drops the envelope and curls on the floor, a hand over his eye. The envelope continues to spew leeks, until he's buried in a pile of the things. Then the envelope starts speaking, in a voice similar to KAITO's in its computerized quality, though it is decidedly feminine. ]

"I'VE FOUND YOU, YOU ROTTEN VIRUS! I'M TRACKING YOU AND I'M GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND HAVE MY REVENGE! SO BE READY!"

[ The envelope spits out one more leek into the air, which catches KAITO on the head soon as he manages to surface from the leek pile. He rubs his head. ]

Ah. This isn't good.


(( Sorry for all the epic backtagging! I should be cool to start tagging and doing stuff again now that the holidays are over... ))

[Hei looks significantly better now than he did back when, yanno, he was almost dying. He's lying on a rather ratty couch, a newspaper folded over his stomach. It's opened to the Classified section, and a few things are circled.]

[Hei yawns and stares up at the Astral Sky.]

I actually missed Sapporo. Nice to have a break from it all, finally...and that construction job should open on the sixth, so...

[He suddenly frowns a little.]

Wait, then... [He gathers up the newspaper and looks at the date at the top. He blinks, mildly surprised.]

Oh...huh.


[ooc: Hei forgot his birthday on the 3rd :|]

[Henrietta is wearing a riding outfit with tan pants and a deep red jacket (rather than the white and blue pictured); her black riding hat sits on her bed, along with her crop. Next to them, an open trunk, half-packed. It looks like she's planning on going away for a while, whatever she's packing for.]

[Henrietta herself is at her wardrobe, examining several of the dresses hanging there.]

He said if she wants to go somewhere fancy, then we'll have to dress up, too... What does a rich politician's granddaughter wear, anyway?