(closed) idiots

[invinciblemikey]

Who: yosuke, yu, mikey
Where: home!!
What: home stuff???
Warnings: probably language, maybe underage drinking, maybe violence, who knows not me its a mystery

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[invinciblemikey]

(manjiro is a zombie in the mornings. his hair is a poofy mess of pinkish gold, and his eyes are barely open, and the worst thing is the mood he gets. he drags himself out of his room in the shed to the kitchen, a very old blanket in his hands... and he's so sleepy that once he reaches the table, his face meets it as he snuggles against his own arms as a pillow.

a groan does leave him.)

Yuchin... Food... Yosuke... Water...

(BABY.)

[garbagecanned]

[. . . . . .

Yosuke's barely awake too, and he frowns down at Mikey.]

What? Do I look like a waiter to you?

[invinciblemikey]

Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to.

[izanagis]

[It's weird, going back to having his own room after sharing. Not bad, really --everyone needs their own space-- but...it does sort of feel empty. The room is smaller than the one he still calls his own in the Dojima household, but somehow feels bigger, with the vast amounts of empty space. Maybe he just got used to collecting things. It's the futon, his clothes in the closet and the dresser, and a low bookshelf, with one shelf filled. He likes to read, even when he's focused on keeping himself busy.

At the bottom of the duffel bag, wrapped in a thick towel, is a jar filled with small paper cranes. Thoughtfully, he takes it out, looking it over for a moment before placing it with care on top of the short bookshelf, right in front of his sword.

The door is open as he surveys the work, looking intently at the jar with his hands on his hips, as if he's trying to work out if it belongs there or somewhere else.]