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[housechores]

*Someone's walking about today. Ryuuji here has a piece of paper and a crayon; he's walking around town trying to make a map. But... it's incredibly crude. It's not likely that anyone but him would be able to use it. He's also fairly new here but instead of making a panicked call over the phones he's decided to go out and explore on his own

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[tsuntiger]

[Taiga's on a mission today. Ryuuji's drone was replaced with a bratty little kid, so... maybe, just maybe...]

[housechores]

... Yeah, okay. My house is this way.

*Pointing with one finger. He'll finish his map later.*

[tsuntiger]

[Whiny Taiga action is a win!]

Good. I'm sleeping over, too.

[housechores]

Okay. We have a couch.

*Walking in the direction of his house :U*

[tsuntiger]

[Aaand Taiga follows, for once walking right next to him instead of ahead or behind. Totally not clingy, it's not like she missed him or anything!]

[housechores]

*Oh no of course not.

Anyways we're here! This house is more like being in Taiga's apartment, though. So western.*

[tsuntiger]

[And Taiga hates it.

But she's walking in like she owns the place, because she totally does.]

[housechores]

*Just a normal day in Ryuuji's life.

He'll sit down on the couch and relax. It's not time to cook yet and he's already cleaned the house to a compulsive level.*

[tsuntiger]

[Hope you like feet, Ryuuji. Taiga lays down on the couch and uses Ryuuji as a footrest.]

Why didn't you call me?

[housechores]

*Shoving her feet off.*

I didn't know you would be here.

[tsuntiger]

Tch.

You should've tried anyway. What if I weren't out? I wouldn't have known you were here. [And then she would've freaked more. GOSH RYUUJI.]

[housechores]

Well... I guess I was hoping you wouldn't be here.

[tsuntiger]

... Fine. That makes more sense than you usually do.

[housechores]

Thanks... I think?

[tsuntiger]

Tch.

[She stares at the ceiling for awhile, shoving her toes under his legs and he better not move goddamnit they're cold.]

... Be careful here, okay?

[housechores]

*At least they're not on his legs... he'll accept this.*

Yeah... you be careful too. But I guess you have been.

How long have you been here?