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[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

H-how did this happen...??

[Ryotarou is, of course, referring to the mass of string tangled and wound around his wrists and some of his forearms, hopelessly tying them together. From one end of the string hangs a yo-yo, with the other end is all but lost within the mass. He wriggles his arms, trying to make some sort of headway in freeing them, but... probably only ends up making it that much worse.

If anyone would like to point and laugh or even help a guy out, now's your chance.]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grins slightly in amusement, and then his eyes follow along the path of the string. He is, mentally, casually, untangling it]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Now if only someone could do it physically. Because Ryotarou isn't having any luck. As if he ever does.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[looking to the wrong bloke, Ryotarou. But the Master is done, now. And slightly bored with it. Hmm, how shall he amuse himself now...]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[... hopefully with someone else entirely? Although, come to think, that's probably not much of a better option anyway.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[pulls a yo-yo out of his pocket -- and tries smacking Ryotarou on the head with the power of yo-yo]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[DOINK. Direct hit!] O-ow...

[And now he's giving the Master a look.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not as amusing as I thought.

[scratches chin thoughtfully]

What to do with you...

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

What to do with me? [That doesn't sound particularly safe.]