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[aphorise]

Characters: RamuSaTo (aphorise, sweeperesque, lunateclock)
Location: Yutopil Apartments (Masamune's place)
Time: While Matthew and Naoya are busy doing their thing
Style: Either
Status: Closed

[This should've been a peaceful day, when all of a sudden, there is knocking. Rather than looking at the door as logic dictates, Masamune turns his head to the opposite side where he's

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[sweeperesque]

[Her laugh is muffled through the glass but with fingers that have had a little too much practice, she is able to expertly open the window. Perching herself on the windowsill, she swings her legs idly and grins.]

Visiting Date Masamune~ What else would I be doing?

[aphorise]

Haah.

[He remains seated. Impressive. Literally nothing can keep this woman away.]

Eating chocolate pandas. What else?

[sweeperesque]

Aahhh, good point.

[A laugh before she sighs dramatically.]

But sadly~ I'm all out of chocolate pandas! And Matthew's apartment, where I stashed some more, is currently oc-cu-pied~

[aphorise]

[When she says occupied, he assumes Matthew and another person, since Saya hasn't had a problem with waltzing in when it's empty (and she sticks to Matthew often, from the looks of things).]

So he's got someone else over and you decided to come here.

[sweeperesque]

[A simple nod.]

Yep!

... Well, unless you'd rather not have me around?

[aphorise]

[He shrugs.]

Stay if you want. I'm not doing anything.

[sweeperesque]

[Then she bounces a little before springing to her feet.]

Then let's change that too! It sounds rather boring.

[aphorise]

[He raises his head to see her better once she rises. There's a mild look of amusement on his face.]

Sure. Got anything in mind?

[sweeperesque]

Minor education for you, doing chores for me.

Also, I need a little help. Are you willing to listen?

[:D]

[aphorise]

Ahng?

[He's not sure what to make of that. Education for him, chores for her, and she needs help. Hm.]

What is it?

[sweeperesque]

[Bluntly now-]

My fridge is empty. I need to fix it. Also, I feel like playing in the marketplace.

[. . .]

And you're tall.

[aphorise]

[ . . .

Drawing one knee up, he rests an arm on it.]

So you want me to do that [and here he puts an emphasis on "that"] for you.

[Oh, he sees where you're going.]

[sweeperesque]

You make it sound like it'd be hard.

[She laughs.]

Or like it's the only reason I want you around.

[aphorise]

[He can hazard a guess at the other reason(s), but he'll throw out a question to hear what she has to say. Or won't.]

What's the other reason?

[sweeperesque]

[She can figure out why he's asking, so she'll give him what he wants- vaguely.]

Company's nice.

[aphorise]

[Of course she makes it vague. Of course.]

And you picked mine out of everyone else available.