Man, a freight train could have plowed through Wendy's half of the room during Radio Drama Time and Lyra wouldn't have noticed. It probably was not that hard for Izzy to slip in, despite Lyra's innate Bat Alarm.
"My love for you," breathed West, "will outlast all the stars of the night sky. The sea will run out of waves before my passion for you ever flickers out. The four winds will exhaust themselves before my heart will frost over, East."
It was all very moving.
Lyra sniffled, turning around. "Janus, grab me another tiss--" The last syllable died in her throat. There. In the corner. IN HER ROOM. LOOMING OMINOUSLY JUST WAITING TO STRIKE. A BAT.
The rest of West's Very Moving Confession was drowned out as the room suddenly exploded in noise. Lyra let out a very girl scream and shot backwards, accidentally trodding on Tavi's tail as she did so. Tavi let out a squeak of his own and bolted, making it all of two paces before he rammed into Janus, who was diving to try to catch Lyra (who had backpedalled right into Rui's tail and was about to go ass over teakettle onto the floor). Rui would have apologized, but it was busy trying to snatch the Pokegear up before the poor thing got trampled into oblivion in the fracas. No sooner had it secured the thing, however, than Janus came stumbling into Rui, knocking both of the behemoths into the bed and tipping it over with a thunderous crash. Tavi, who was already nursing a nasty goose egg, nearly got smushed beneath it -- little more than fast reflexes saved his poor tail from being flattened once again. Thus, he bolted in a panic again. Right over Lyra. If she had not seized him around the middle, he would have charged right into the desk. Instead, he just bapped at Lyra in a fruitless attempt to keep on pedalling his stubby little limbs, squeaking like mad.
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"My love for you," breathed West, "will outlast all the stars of the night sky. The sea will run out of waves before my passion for you ever flickers out. The four winds will exhaust themselves before my heart will frost over, East."
It was all very moving.
Lyra sniffled, turning around. "Janus, grab me another tiss--" The last syllable died in her throat. There. In the corner. IN HER ROOM. LOOMING OMINOUSLY JUST WAITING TO STRIKE. A BAT.
The rest of West's Very Moving Confession was drowned out as the room suddenly exploded in noise. Lyra let out a very girl scream and shot backwards, accidentally trodding on Tavi's tail as she did so. Tavi let out a squeak of his own and bolted, making it all of two paces before he rammed into Janus, who was diving to try to catch Lyra (who had backpedalled right into Rui's tail and was about to go ass over teakettle onto the floor). Rui would have apologized, but it was busy trying to snatch the Pokegear up before the poor thing got trampled into oblivion in the fracas. No sooner had it secured the thing, however, than Janus came stumbling into Rui, knocking both of the behemoths into the bed and tipping it over with a thunderous crash. Tavi, who was already nursing a nasty goose egg, nearly got smushed beneath it -- little more than fast reflexes saved his poor tail from being flattened once again. Thus, he bolted in a panic again. Right over Lyra. If she had not seized him around the middle, he would have charged right into the desk. Instead, he just bapped at Lyra in a fruitless attempt to keep on pedalling his stubby little limbs, squeaking like mad.
So uh. Yeah. Things went to hell in a handbasket.