Tsume was caught between horror and laughter. Laughter won. "Try humping the wall. It might give you some friction." That said, she turned and headed down the corridor, poking her head into rooms as she went, looking for an empty one.

Behind her, she could still hear Asuma singing. What had she gotten herself into? Against her better judgment, she glanced back. It only seemed to encourage him. With another burst of laughter, she retreated into an empty room and stripped the blanket off the bed, wrapping herself up. "You're as nutty as a berry-high bluebird," she called out.

Asuma kept singing.

"I don't know about this one," Kuromaru said solemnly. "He might be a little bit weird for you. Maybe he's too virile..."

"Yes, Kuro, that's the problem. He's too virile," Tsume drawled. It was definitely a problem. And it was not a date. They just had to remember that.