*Knocks on her door.* Hello? Hellooooo? ♪

/She jumps up, barely awake as she rushes to the door/ Oh! Ayame hi! What brings you to my doorstep at this time of night-- /notices that it's no longer night/ oh... I guess I was asleep for longer than I thought... /she chuckles at herself and a pencil she didn't know she had stuck to her face falls to the ground and she pays no mind to it as she proceeds to hug Ayame/ To what do I owe the honour of this visit from one of my best friends?♪

...*Stares blankly at the sheep. She blinks, rubbing her eyes for a second.* I...*For a second she considers just...leaving.* ...Eileen!? Are you here!? Why is there a sheep in your house!?

/She tries to think of a way to tell her friend that it's her and that she doesn't need to yell, she's not deaf/...

/She pulls at Ayames skirt to get her to look at her again and shakes her head to make her notice the glasses on her face, bleating while doing so/ Ayame it's me! I'm right here!

*Pokes her head into the door.* ...Hello? Eileen? Where have you been?

/She rests her head on the table looking at an unopened beer can and she lets out a sad bleat/

......

/Upon hearing Ayame's voice she take her hooves of the table and happy makes her way to her bleating happily/ Ayame what a pleasant surprise-- oh, you probably can't understand a word I'm saying to you... /she ceased with the noise/

Maaagic anon here! For the next few days, you are now a black sheep! No not the expression-a literal black sheep. How ironic! Have fun~!

Now that's just sill--

/POOF/

Well I suppose I can make the best of this till it's over♫

((ive had this sketch for weeks and i apparently named it 'titsimeanEILEEN.png' ............ye Bl))

Describe your ideal partner.

Well... someone who's sweet, kind, they don't have to be perfect but as long as I'm head over heels for them I suppose I'd see them as perfect anyway♪

At what age did you lose your virginity?

I never lost it, it's incredibly difficult to find someone that'll actually get far enough to even kiss me and that's all I've ever been able to do, my love life isn't very interesting!

Ever took care of a guys woody? ;D

/Giggles/ Nope! I never do anything on the first date and for some reason all my dates never ask me on a second, I suppose I'm just not meant to date but it's fine by me♫

She giggled happily, "Perfect! Now let me put your jacket somewhere where it won't get dirty and we can start!" She happy took her friends jacket from her hands went to put it on a coat rack near the door where it wouldn't become dirty and covered in flour or anything of the sort. 

"Let me get you an apron!" She rushed to one of the drawers and pulled out two aprons for her and Ayame, "I already mixed the dry ingredients except a few could you look in that cabinet right up there?" she tried hard to hide the smile she wanted to make as she tossed her friend the apron. It was going to be a surprise ingredient, it was a small surprise, but a good one none the less.

As she put on her own apron she grabbed the carton of eggs from her refrigerator and took them to the table; At least she would have had she not tripped on nothing and dropped a couple and slipped on the yoke, "Oh my-- Ah!" She tried the to grab something to avoid falling and the handle of the refrigerator seemed to answer her prayers. As she grabbed it the door swung open and the sudden force jerked the fridge and most of it's content spilled to the floor, heads of lettuce, tomatos, and other round foods rolled to Ayame's feet as milk spilled onto the floor.

"Oh goodness that was rather unfortunate... I didn't think it would get dirty this quickly..."

Cooking with disaster (@Ayame)

Ayame beamed when her friend opened the door, tilting her head slightly. Hands in her pockets, she rocked slightly on her feet. EIleen looked sleeply, like she usually did-but well-rested enough for Ayame to be content. Although Eileen was one of the most capable women Ayame knew, she could not help but worry about her friend. Sleep was, after all, absolutely vital if one hoped to preform at their maximum potential. When considering how many sticky situations Eileen narrowly avoided, one could easily grow worried about her sleeping habits. How could she avoid them if the isn’t alert? She didn’t particularly understand it-but as long as Eileen was safe, she supposed it didn’t matter. 

“Eileen! I’m so excited to see you!”  Stepping into her friend’s house, Ayame pulled off her jacket. She couldn’t help but giggle at her friend’s enthusiasm. For someone considerable taller and stronger than her-Eileen was so cute. “A cake? Oh, goodness-you know I can’t resist sweets! Well-let’s get to it!”

/When she speaks it's hard to tell what's gibberish and what's not/ Ooh... will... oh goodness my head... skeletons... rattles and I think I heard a bone... /She tries to pick herself up and starts wobbling a bit/ I think I... can stand...

/As she gets to her feet she tries to use Hiro as support to pick herself up but as she does she trips on the skeleton, which was in more than one piece now, and falls on Hiro/ never mind...

A little man yeah

Er— It’s alright, just an accident! Not a big deal at all—

… Eileen? -He frowns.- Are you o—

-He watches her continue to destroy his poor home/office, face paling.- …… -He stares helplessly at his heap of textbooks and novels, dragging his hand down his face with a sigh.-

… You’re frightened by blood, too, aren’t you…? I should’ve known… -Hardly surprised by the turn of events but still grimacing, he moves to her side slowly so as to not stir up the bad luck and get himself killed.- Eileen— Eileen. You should probably stay here and rest for a while.

Oh!-- /she immediately stops twirling her/ I'm so sorry Cheryl I'm a little bit over dramatic today! I just don't want to accidentally hurt you again...

/puts her down as gently as she possibly can and looks at the mess of broken glass/ I'm just happen to be a tad unlucky today, now aren't I? /chuckles a bit/

Nnn—

-Cheryl squeezes her eyes shut as she’s spun about in the air and quickly shakes her head, dizzy. Her head throbs just a bit harder.- 

I-I’m— I’m okay— Just no more spinning… My head hurts a little now…

T: What was your childhood like? D: Go sleep on someones property.

((this is from last week but i forgot to do it jfkhvdf))

Truth: It was very nice♥ Even if my parents were separated they still had more than enough time for me and I couldn't ask for anything more than that! My father was really unfortunate though, he'd always end up getting hurt when we were playing in the park or even just staying home, but he still played with me and it was so nice♪

Dare: That would be really rude to do! Plus I've gotten more than enough sleep today, I'm not that tired-- /yawns/ okay that was a lie... but I'm not doing so!

Oh my goodness-- you poor little sweetheart I'm sorry! /She squeezes her tightly and twirls her around and begin apologizing profusely/ I'm soooo- so- so sorry Cheryl! I should have been more careful!

Oof—!

-Having hit her head on the shelf, Cheryl pouts and rubs the sore spot gingerly, eyes a little watery. Other than her frowning and a small red spot on her forehead, she’s fine.-

Ouch….! I h-hit my head…

Oh goodness... I knew I shouldn't have leaned too far back, I need to listen to common sense more often instead of just doing things for comforts sake/she cringes as he rubs the pad on the cut and she begins the feel very faint/ Oh my...

/She starts to find it difficult to stand so she tries to lean on something and ends up bumping into the skeleton in the corner/ Oh my-- /her foot gets caught in the trash can she has a rough landing onto the ground, but not before smashing into the heavy bookshelf. It looks like it's going to fall forward but falls in the opposite direction, Eileen avoids being crushed but she faints./

DONT CALL ME AN ASSWIPE YOU LOOK TEN IT DOESNT SOUND RIGHT COMING FROM YOU

It’s fine, it’s fine— -He laughs a little more sincerely this time, reaching for an alcohol pad and unwrapping one, rubbing it reluctantly over the shallow gash.-

I’ve been through much worse. I do live with Ayame-san, after all. -He laughs, only half-joking.-

When I knocked the drawer out...? But when it fell on my head it was empty-- /she finally looks at the wall/ Oh... G-Goodness that's pretty awful, what are the chances h-huh? ha- haha.../she tries to make light of the situation but it's her tone of voice makes it obvious that she isn't totally sure what to make of this/

W-Well at least it was only your cheek! Besides, what are the chances of that ever happening ever again?/chuckles nervously but keeps up her attempt at being optimistic/

HEY HEY I DIDN'T DO NOTHING IT WAS THE SCALPEL

-Looking at her, completely dumbfounded by the fact that she has no idea she almost killed him, he clears his throat awkwardly, not sure how to tell her what happened.-

Um— Ah— When you knocked the drawer out— B-But it’s not a big deal, really—

-He takes the tissue gratefully and offers a small smile, wincing at the pain that’s caused by the stretching of his skin.-