[Team Four] Cleaning time musings
The most pointless Shiritori in existence. I did this super quick, and I'm pretty sure I went over time. Anyways, Yokoo's always cleaning up after his bandmates, sometimes it angers him and sometimes it gives a sense of accomplishment.
At least he's used to it. Yokoo sighed to himself. He was always cleaning up after his rowdy bandmates. On the rare occasion he could rouse Kitayama or convince Fujigaya to get everyone to do their part. For the most part, however, it was always Yokoo.
He sighed again, the last piece of costuming finally safely tucked back into their proper places. He wasn't completely sure how Nikaido's rack somehow ended up with a little bit of everyone's clothes, but he was sure that he probably didn't actually want to know the answer. Yokoo surveyed his work, and gave himself a moment to bask in the bliss of a job well done.
Their manager arrived moments later, with a pleased look as he looked about the dressing room. “We can always count on you.”
“I wish you didn't have to always count on me.” Yokoo replied dryly. He knew he shouldn't complain too much, for all their mess, his bandmates weren't that bad. He at least had a decent handle on Nikaido and Senga's mischief, somewhere along the line Fujigaya and Kitayama began to only bicker for show, and Miyata was rather adept at taking care of Tamamori's moments. Though they were messy, they got the important things done, and he knew he could always count on them to have his back.
While he was stuck in his musings, Kis-My-Ft2's manager had walked off, leaving Yokoo alone in the off white room. Well, at least he's used to it.
It's your turn rikikomori