<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tumblr_mtzo6bcdUK1sio3lno1_1280.jpg)</div><br/>Yukio's eyes widen as suddenly there's a blade involved in this mess. "Hey hey, wait! Are you a litle crazy or something?" There's a kerfluffle of hissing and flapping kimonos as Fidelia tries to trip up his "captors." She fails, and Yulio finds himself being hauled away, leaving an angry inumimi fuming behind them. That's probably not good.<br/><br/>"Pardon me, I'll cover your rears,"he explains to the foxes with a pat to one of said rears, just as they kick open the door. A twist of his wrists and a flick of his feet is all it tkes to free himself from the girls' grasp... which ends up with him plopping on his round ass on the floor.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Escape artist</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Yukio Matsu rolled: 1d20, keeping 1 dice, adding 8 to the total<br/>Comment: escape artist<br/>Result: 17,<br/>Total: 25</div></div><br/><br/>In between the scuffling and the unspecified molestation, his own kimono had been opened and disheveled, leaving his slim, smoothly-muscled torso exposed, in all its creamy-colored-fuzzed glory. Also exposed was the wrapped hilt of his own wakizashi. He gave a cheerful smile up at Fidelia, even as he sat on the floor, his hand resting on that hilt. "You<em>sure </em>you want to wave swords around? I mean there's like, a<em>million</em>other ways to entertain ourselves here..." his tongue brushes his lips as he watches her.