Joy. Mitsuki went from zero to smartass in a matter of seconds. Akira had to step up his game. Akira solemnly shook his head. "Nope. I guess you were out for most of it, huh?" Story time. "You see, this big, black van just came flying at us and spraying sleep gas all over the place. A bunch of creepy guys in gas masks came to carry you all away, but I fought them off with my bunny-fu." Akira made a punching motion to demonstrate, then sighed. "Sadly, even my incredibly manly skills could not prevent me from falling victim to the gas."

Akira straightened up. He didn't offer Mitsuki a hand. That would be a sign of weakness, a mortal mistake in their war. "I think we should go poke the others awake before we do anything else." He turned and walked over to Yori and Kozue, collapsed in a heap on the ground. Akira prodded them with his foot. "Yo. The early lovebirds get the worm."