GRAVEYARD...... 2!

[dormheads]

graveyard

students in time out: 16

It's a little hard to wake up when the melody that drifts into your ears is so comforting that it'd be so much simpler to stay asleep. Maybe everything that you remember last - the cold seeping into your fingertips, the pain of injury, or the darkness creeping into your vision - will just be parts of a bad dream.

But it's not.

When you wake up, it's probably a little disorienting - you have to push off a blanket and rise from this nice comfortable mat on the floor. Seems like you were all curled up for nap time. Literally. The room that you're in has furniture meant for small humans, children as some might call them, and everything is soft and plush to the touch with rounded corners. Blocks with the alphabet etched onto them, coloring books and crayons, and even a rocking horse dot the room to really give it that childish charm. If you can think of a child-safe toy, it's probably in one of the baskets that line the shelves of the room!

Around the room they'll find baby monitors that broadcast the antics of the living. Hopefully that doesn't feel creepy.

There is a yard outside through the glass doors, but it currently seems to be locked - and the glass won't break no matter how hard you try. There's a large pink door that feels enormous, ten times as tall as you, on one side of the room, but there's no way through that either. At the very top, you might see a directory sign that says: TO ADMINISTRATION BUILDING.

Huh.

Well... for now, get comfortable. It looks like you might be here a while.

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[ercnerd]

Ah!

[The tackle nearly sends him to the floor.]

What are you doing!

[battling]

[He just does it again! GO TO THE FLOOR.]

Nyaaaaa.

[ercnerd]

[He didn't expect Bradley to do this again in a fit of insanity, so the next tackle does send them both crashing onto the floor while Sieghart barks:]

You bad cat!

[battling]

[Sometimes you are a horrible little cat who does not get up.

And starts kneading Sieg's stomach.]

[ercnerd]

[Being massaged in the abs by Bradley's fingers is an experience he could've lived without. Sieghart pushes against him by propping himself up on his elbows.]

What are you doing? Get off of me.

[battling]

[He settles himself, moves his fingies up to Sieg's pecs. And continues.]

Cat shit? I dunno.

[ercnerd]

[He brings a hand up to swat at Bradley's pair.]

You're a wizard—not a cat. Stop pressing on me.

[battling]

[He... starts batting at Sieg's hands...]

[ercnerd]

[They bat at each other's hands to no avail on either side. Eventually it reaches a point where a faint growl rumbles in Sieghart's throat when he snaps forward to bite one of Bradley's hands.]

[battling]

[The cat in him has recognized this as play behavior. He bites on Sieg's hand, lets go and then bites again.]

[ercnerd]

[All but spitting the side of Bradley's hand out, Sieghart snaps his head back.]

Stop biting me!

[battling]

[His mouth still has Sieg's hand in it.

There's a slightly muffled-]

Started it!

[ercnerd]

[Gross.]

You're the one who tackled me out of nowhere!

[battling]

I wasn't bitin' you.

[He's not letting go.]

[ercnerd]

[He shoves at Bradley's face with his free hand.]

Let go!

[battling]

[HISSS]

[ercnerd]

[His hand draws back to casually slap Bradley on the cheek. Don't you hiss at him.]

[battling]

[He lets go of Sieg's hand and hisses at him more.

Then he does one running loop around the daycare before jumping back on him. With his full weight.]

[ercnerd]

This isn't wrestling!

[He nearly says, "I'm not Otome!" However, Bradley's descent cuts him off as Sieghart rolls out of the way at the last second.]

[battling]

[He finally manages to shake it off and then looks away.]

What's with this week?

[ercnerd]

. . . Hey. You owe me a headstand for that.

[battling]

What? Why?

[ercnerd]

Do I have to explain it?

. . . It doesn't matter. Do a headstand.

[battling]

Don't wanna.

[ercnerd]

Are you serious? You could've gotten it over by now if you'd just done it.