face my fate
[No one ever cleans around here.
Teru's in a kitchen. An ordinary kitchen, not one that writes on you or changes when you least expect it. He's down on his hands and knees, scrubbing at the tiles, occasionally coughing as artificial lemon scent hits the back of his throat.
To an outside observer, the tiles would seem clean enough already, but that's not the point. They can always be better.]
Teru's in a kitchen. An ordinary kitchen, not one that writes on you or changes when you least expect it. He's down on his hands and knees, scrubbing at the tiles, occasionally coughing as artificial lemon scent hits the back of his throat.
To an outside observer, the tiles would seem clean enough already, but that's not the point. They can always be better.]