[Lately, members of the defense team being in the same spot meant something was going wrong, it seemed.

Not quite so this time with the unlikely pair in the ramen shop-- unless one defined the sight of one Dr. Spencer Reid consistently losing his grip and dropping his food rather than getting it to his mouth as a disaster. The girl sitting beside him is biting her lip, though whether it's out of consternation or if she's just trying to keep from laughing is hard to tell]

...Should we ask for a fork?

[Come, dinner and a show with Reid's inability to use chopsticks at all; alternatively, be nice and help teach him]

[[GRAB WHICHEVER YOU WANT OR MINGLE AMONGST YOURSELVES~]]

Good morning, criminals! Today is Children's Day in a crossmatrix of pandimensional Japans! Some of you may be confused by this holiday coinciding most recently with New Year's Day, but sometimes it happens that the nonconforming dimensions align themselves at a different time period. Dates are aligning all the time, but rarely are they significant, and I always like to point them out, even when it might not be in typical chronological order.

In accordance with children's day tradition, I will be manufacturing a healthy wind and providing carp kites, as well as the traditional garb and festival food. Please enjoy yourselves!

[Sakamoto is lying on the floor in the middle of a hallway after dropping Reira off. A day of being sober really did a number on him- Usually, Sakamoto didn't think very much, unless he was negotiating a business deal. And even then, his mind was very focused on the particular issue at hand (that too the big picture, Mutsu handled the details), and he rarely had time to think for himself. As much as he tried to keep thoughts of his head because thinking too much really bothered him, it hadn't work as well as usual without the alcohol clouding his brain a little. And even then, the fact that he was able to fully recount the encounter with Reira, for the most part, was a sign that despite drinking some heavy sake he hadn't been able to drink nearly enough for him to not be able to forget the night entirely.

But he was asleep now, at least, with a few incriminating lipstick stains on his chest and the edge of his shirt.]

[No, he didn't forget your dare, Euphie. Loud and clear,]

I like pink, fluffy things.

[Now. On a more serious note.]

[screened to Defense Team]

Now that I have your attention. [More sober,] I think we've got another baddie for the list.

[Unfortunately... Kaoru just happens to have slept outside in the common room last night. Dealing with the princess and the drunk had finally done him in. Shame that he's reclining in a chair, book still resting on his chest. Kaoru really would have attempted to go back to the room, but there had been several key factors in his decision to stay out here. First, Hikaru might have awoken. Second, Hikaru might have just kicked him off.

Usually Kaoru on the floor would have left for a very cranky Kaoru in the morning... So instead of having that argument right off of the bat, it really had been the better choice to just sleep out here. That and there had been the last factor: Kaoru just had been too lazy too move.

But... Maybe he should have written a note or something for Hikaru?]