Twenty-Three.

[meanestbrother]

[unintentional voice post]

[Touya is doing his morning chores and talking to himself!]

Shit fuck motherfucker - fucking - fucking ironing. I hate my uniform. I hate my job, I should just quit. I want to quit - don't quit. I should just quit - don't quit. I can't quit. It's my job, it's not that bad, it could be worse. Still, I hate it. I hate everyone. I wish they'd just go away. No, I don't mean that. Yeah I do. I should quit. Then I wouldn't have to iron this fucking - don't quit.

I wonder what it would take to get Yuki into that schoolgirl outfit again. Heh. That was nice - hey, hey ironing - fuck, that was close. Yeah, good job paying attention there. Next time you'll burn the house down.

I wonder if Clow will come in today. I'll make Yuki serve him, he'd rather see him anyway. Then again, he might flirt with Yuki. Yuki can take care of himself. Knowing him, he wouldn't even know the difference. But Clow would. Fucker. I can't stand him. It's like he knows what I feel and he's making fun of me. Ass.

Yuki's cooking smells good. I'm so glad he's here. I wish he hadn't come, it's too dangerous. I hope Sakura's okay. I hope Tomoyo can do okay without her here... Really, it's not fair to separate them. Then again, Sakura was probably pretty lonely without that brat around.

Man. I'm so hungry I could eat anything. Maybe Yuki, instead~

[ooc: action for the house, voice for everything else, nope, he doesn't realize he's affected yet!]