Fourth Floor Common Room [Thursday Evening]

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After an enjoyable morning filled with apples and s'mores, Hannibal was sprawled on one of the couches in the common room. He wasn't licking himself (he knew what he tasted like and it looked weird to do it too much).

No, he was watching something on television and wondering if anyone else was weirdly affected by this whole thing.

Or maybe enjoyably affected. He hoped so, at least.

[Oh so open! Yes, yes.]

The deck - Early afternoon

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Ichigo was lounging in one of the chairs on the deck, his feet propped up on the table and he was eating a blueberry muffin. He frowned when one bite tasted strange, but the next was alright so maybe it had just lain close to another pastry. It wasn't until the muffin was gone and Ichigo licked a crumb off his fingers that he tasted it again.

"Orange?" he didn't even notice he was speaking out loud. He hadn't eaten anything with oranges today. He sucked on the other finger and that was definitely orange. The back of his hand... still orange. The inside of his wrist; orange.

Did Shinigami have certain flavours and he just never noticed before?

[[Open.]]

4th Floor Common Room [Thursday, Late morning]

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Mac wasn't really awake yet. She's rarely really awake before her first caffiene fix of the day. This is probably a good thing. Especially today.

She smothered a yawn with her hand as she walked into the common room, and stopped dead, just digesting the taste for a moment. The smell. Letting it all sink in.

The girl is normally so sane without the clamping of her hand to her mouth in horror and the unintelligeable disgust. Also with the not trying to wash her mouth out. Doesn't look it today. Funny how even the water she's shovelling in with her hand has that same taste she's trying to get rid of.

Now is the mad scramble to make a drink to take that revolting taste away.

Try not to worry about the girl at the counter downing coffee like her life depends on it.

[[ooc: I had to. Open. Tiny bit of SP as I flit back and forth.]]