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House 1411

"Hello? Hello?? I'm sorry, there's nobody home right now. [ obnoxious peal of laughter: go ]

Ahh, that's right! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Right? That's how it goes? Aha, no telemarketers, please!

If you run up my bill, I'll have to ask you to pay the extra costs.

[ BEEP ]

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Somehow I don't think that's it.

youthful traumas can weigh heavy on a man's mind

Sakamoto.
Don't be an idiot.

[don't try to act like I'm one]

[ he wonders why he even tried. his methods, they wouldn't work on her, they never would. maybe it was a hope, blind and pointless. ]

he's a terrorist
in society
and of the heart and mind

[a beast of destruction wearing a human skin had been katsura's words. the meaning seems much the same, to her.]

So move.

if i go, the landlord will just find someone else to live with him

[ he knows shinsuke isn't that sort of animal, that he doesn't lash out without reason, without intent. it's not a chance he feels like taking. ]

And that's a good enough excuse for you to keep living with him, is it?

[of course it is, she thinks, to him, it is.]

There's no rule against staying somewhere else.
Even if you don't move.

i know
ive been sleeping in the kairinmaru

[ home away from home ]

[in a ship that's usually filled with people, with activity, with friendly faces, but is now quiet and empty and still.

this idiot.]

Hiding, you mean.
Stop that and come next door, I have a job for you.

i guess so
ok
ill be right over

[when he gets there the door will be unlocked, waiting for him. in the living room sits mutsu, dressed casually for a change, and staring at a large wire cage on the coffee table.

the cage contains four fat little guinea pigs.

(there is a fresh lettuce leaf in there with them, let's just not talk about that.)]

[ it's... to be perfectly and entirely honest, it's the very last thing he ever expected to see in conjunction with mutsu. it actually strikes him more than just a little dumb.

so much so that he wastes a good ten seconds staring at the scene, wondering with some horror and fascination on whether or not this is just some bizarre dream. ]

Mutsu?

They're not mine.

[her eyes shift in his direction, once she's made that clear. he's still young, and it's still strange and a little jarring to see him like that, but there's a pattern in this place. she's confident that it'll wear off before the month is out.]

They're Nill's. She hasn't been back to take care of them.

[mutsu refuses to be a guinea pig babysitter.]

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