::dies laughing::

Miaka, for her part, in an attempt to get the game going said, "Sumimasen, minna. Who's next?"


Suboshi raised his hand meekly. "I am. Tasuki, truth or dare?"


The mountain bandit, attempting to avoid any further interrogation as to his gender, proclaimed boldly, "Dare!"


"Alright," Suboshi muttered. "Approach who you think is the sexiest guy in the room and make out with him in the bathroom for fifteen minutes."


Tasuki paled and flushed in record time.


Yui, who was reading at the moment, decided that she had a lot of time to finish her reading later and that this was too juicy to miss. That and the fact that she was obliged to cover her protege's ears before things got unpleasant.


"So...*snicker*" who's the...*snort* ...lucky... *guffaw*... guy?" Tamahome teased.


"Shut up, obake-chan!" Tasuki retorted, flushing even redder than his hair as he stood up and made his way towards...


"Da..." Chichiri exclaimed as an enraged Suzaku seishi pulled him not so gently into the adjacent room.


Silence.


"So..." Miaka began.


"Race you to the bathroom!" Nuriko announced.


And chaos ensued.


Fifteen minutes later...


"Alright," Tasuki muttered with an evil glint in his eye as he sat down. "It's payback time!"


"Anou, Tasuki-san. Where is your shirt?" Chiriko piped up.


Yui groaned and Tasuki sweatdropped. This kid was either too innocent or too observant.


"Tasuki-san, here's your shirt, no da," an equally flustered monk as he pulled the offending article from where it was tucked in his pants.


The others exchanged knowing looks.

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::laughs hysterically:: This fic is HILARIOUS.

And LJ sux0rz. Let me type stuff right, damnit.