WHO: Shiba Reiichirou [reiichirou], Fuji Syuusuke [theartofsmiling], and maybe Echizen Ryoma? WHAT: Moving in, moving in! WHERE: Fuji's house WHEN: After Shiba's heart to heart with Chika here.
You would never guess what Fuji was doing - he was cleaning the house after Karu-chan pooped on the floor, and the mess Fuji Juice created in the kitchen. After all, they were having a guest.
Wiping perspiration off his forehead, Fuji tugged at the string behind his apron and managed to untie it. He smiled. The rooms were sparkly clean - or at least, cleaner than efore.
There was a knock on the door. "Ryoma-cha~an, we have a guest!" He called gaily, before packing away the mops and dustpans and finally answering the door. It was the boy from the journals - he recognized him.
"Oh, don't be so polite with me," Shiba beamed and waved a hello, even though the other boy was just standing before him. "You can call me 'Shiba-shiba' if I can call you 'Fuji-fuji'." This was nostalgic, almost back during the time when he first introduced himself to Yuuta at the Z-Loan office.
Ah well. It never hurt to be friendly with your landlord.
Fuji was rather stunned, to be honest. The only other person to ever make up names for him was Eiji, and here Reiichirou was, calling him 'Fuji-fuji'.
"Saaa, in that case - please come in, Shiba-shiba." He replied, amusement dripping in his tone. "Ah- do be careful, Karu-chan has taken a liking to pooping on the carpet."
Fuji examined the boy before him. He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen or so. Then he looked around for luggage. "Do you have any luggage with you?"
"Ah..." Shiba glanced behind Fuji's shoulder at the previously mentioned animal. Well now, he should keep his distance. Animals have a sense that humans don't often do, and most of them could tell that he was a living dead. Cats, especially. "Nope, no luggage." He gave a sheepish smile. "Just me, myself, and I."
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Wiping perspiration off his forehead, Fuji tugged at the string behind his apron and managed to untie it. He smiled. The rooms were sparkly clean - or at least, cleaner than efore.
There was a knock on the door. "Ryoma-cha~an, we have a guest!" He called gaily, before packing away the mops and dustpans and finally answering the door. It was the boy from the journals - he recognized him.
"Reiichirou-kun?"
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Ah well. It never hurt to be friendly with your landlord.
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"Saaa, in that case - please come in, Shiba-shiba." He replied, amusement dripping in his tone. "Ah- do be careful, Karu-chan has taken a liking to pooping on the carpet."
Fuji examined the boy before him. He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen or so. Then he looked around for luggage. "Do you have any luggage with you?"
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