[Isshin is cleaning up his room. The floor and bed are covered with a thin layer of fur and feathers. Isshin looks at them with distaste and shakes his head, before sucking them up with a vacuum. Then he screams into the next room:]

Ryuuko! This never happened! Got it?

[As he turns to the cabinet, he points the vacuum at the ground and wipes the ( Read more... )

[Isshin, having the sudden compulsion to properly organize his room until all his notes are alphabetical and there isn't anything left out of place, has been preoccupied the past few days. At which point he decided to sit down and assess the current situation in the most coherent manner he could propose ( Read more... )