CHARACTERS:
a_digital_witch,
love_seriously, and YOU!
LOCATION/SETTING: South Quad Room 407
DATE & TIME: Monday 5/16, evening
WARNINGS: none expected
SUMMARY: Marisa's hanging out in her room with the door open. Come bug her! The roommate may or may not be around~
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When I saw the truth, I heard my ghost cry. )
It was only after standing in the stairwell for a good five minutes considering his options that he realized Marisa and her lack of formalities would find it stranger for him to call beforehand than not to.
Still, it's not like he had any reason to stop by her room. But... he wanted to. Would he just be a bother? In the end, he put trust in her to tell him if she was busy like she said she would and stepped out into the hallway.
A few seconds later and he was peering in through the open door. Well, if that wasn't an invitation... still, he stopped in the doorway and knocked, one of his practiced perfect smiles on his face.
"Would you mind a guest, Lady Kirisame?"
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"Heya Sakua. Come on in," she said, setting the glasses on the kotatsu and then started searching around for her bookmark. It had fallen on the floor.
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"Thank you," he said, setting down his bag by the door and stepping inside. A few quick strides and he made it over by her, gracefully picking up the bookmark from where it had fallen out of the girl's immediate line of sight. Bent at the waist, he offered it to her with a smile. "Looking for this?"
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"Oh! Yeah," she said with a smile, taking the bookmark and putting it in place. "Thanks, ze." Sitting up, she smoothed her skirt and checked real quick to make sure all the buttons of her shirt were still buttoned save for the top two.
"Wanna sit?"
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"Oh, sure," Sakuya replied, taking a seat by the witch, though not quite scooting under the kotatsu for the moment. Which he couldn't help but notice was crooked relative to the other furniture and the walls. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."
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She noticed the way he moved close to the kotatsu. "Oh, sorry it's cold in here, ze. Feel free to use the kotatsu if you want. And you didn't interrupt anything. Just reading some brain candy and debating on whether today was fired or not."
A grin. "Though with you stopping by, I think today's been saved."
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"Oh? And I haven't even done anything yet," he said, though a quick glance around pointed out a number of things he could be doing.
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"Anyways, welcome to my room, ze." And all it's electronics - big television, lots of dvds and blu-rays, gaming system and... the lights and music coming from her room where her computer command center was located.
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Taking a look around, he was amazed in several definitions of the word, both by how many electronic devices there were and the sheer disarray they managed to be in. It was... actually a bit obnoxious.
"I see you're as formal with your housekeeping as you are with your conversation, Lady Kirisame," he noted wryly. "Shall I lend you a hand?"
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"Well, clean enough. 'Sides, it'd be weird to have you picking me and Floe's stuff up when you're a guest."
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"I'm a butler - well, butler-in-training - cleaning's second nature to me," he assured her as he got to his feet. "If it makes you feel better, I promise to stay out of the bedroom and bathroom." Because, being still "in training", poking around in those territories relegated to the female beings, even for the sake of cleaning, was something still off-limits for him. "And I'm not about to go doing a full-scale cleaning, just... straightening a few things up."
Which is exactly what he went to work on, starting with straightening out the kotatsu and then picking up the various books and electronics strewn about it, stacking them neatly on top.
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"W-why?"
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"Uh. You know, Floe and I can do that, ze. Sometimes controlled chaos is good."
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"Are you sure? It's really no trouble," Sakuya told her. That and, well. It made his hands itch to see this kind of disorder and not do something about it.
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