→ [ Seventeen: Comment Log Within the Koukakurou ]

[wearedarkness]

[ Since coming to the City he's been at the Koukakurou a few more times than he would really like to be reminded of. But then... Even if Miibu-san is a blatant friend of Muraki's that doesn't make Miibu-san bad... does it? Even if he is in l--no, don't even think about someone having feelings for someone like that monster. Clearly though, the owner

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[kyotodollmaster]

[ Yuki-san had already sent word ahead, a signal to alert him he was going to have a visitor. With her having seen Tsuzuki bring him in on that abysmal curse day, she probably appreciated his help and that annoyed him all the more.

The man's coat, now washed and folded, was kept to a corner and he'd been confined to bed rest, though he still moved around, and hearing that voice, his eyes narrowed.

Him. The loathing was clear in his voice as he called, ]

Go away!

[ And of course, the maids in the hallway winced, but concealed their giggles effectively. Their Wakadanna could be a bit of a brat at times... ]

[wearedarkness]

[ It wasn't just the maids that winced, Tsuzuki did little to hide the shrink back also as he gave a nervous kind of chuckle. Oriya was scary...]

I just... came to get my coat, that's all, I swear!

[ Ever so carefully, he slides open the door a little, poking his head around the frame ]

I'm not stopping, honest!

[kyotodollmaster]

[ Of course, even that apologetic gesture gains no mercy from the proprietor. Already annoyed with the fact that he owes this man his life, he's holding the coat in his hands, and as the door opens, he slowly stands from the spread futon.

It probably happens far too fast for anyone to notice, but his arm is now outstretched, hand having flung the contents out-- and the object flying towards Tsuzuki's head is certainly no simple folded coat with the force it's flying at, and he smirks when he hears the 'thud' sound that signals his success. ]

Hn. Took your own time, Shinigami.

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[wearedarkness]

Gah--!!