[ He wins! Stepping inside, he takes off his shoes and heads towards the centre of the apartment. He's not shy about the fact that he's looking at everything and everywhere. ]
Yeah. [Yuya shoves the door shut behind him. It's a small studio, sparsely decorated with little more than a wardrobe, a couple piled in blankets with a pillow, some dishes crowding the sink... The kimonos are out of sight, well stored, but his dirty ordinary clothes are tossed at a small hamper haphazardly. Not everything made it in.
Towards the back corner is a simple desk pressed against an equally plain bookcase. Very IKEA. There's a viney plant overflowing the top shelf, and on the desk a disarray of notebooks and loose papers with writing down them. There are two small, framed photos on the second highest self. There's one center light in the middle of the ceiling that's half burnt out, and then string lights pinned along the walls all the way around.
Yuya sinks on the couch.] I have knives in that drawer. [He points to the one closest to the fridge.]
[ He drops his bag against the wall then heads towards the kitchen. He sets the box on the counter and opens the drawer, finding a small knife. He'll go right ahead and cut a very big piece for Yuya and a normal one for himself. It's a fruit cream cake with strawberries, peaches, kiwi, and blueberries. It's the healthiest thing that Judai has had in a while. ]
Here. It looked good in the display case. Hopefully, it tastes just as good too!
[ He walks back towards Yuya, holding out the plate and fork. He'll take a seat on the floor afterwards. ]
[ It looks like Yuya is sleeping on that couch! He can't just sit down and ruffle up everything. Besides, he's very used to sitting on the floor and it just comes naturally to him. ]
Yeah. I had some leftover cash from the amount you gave me, so I thought about buying something that we can both enjoy.
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[ let him in ]
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... I guess you're already here. [Even if he's not too hungry. Yuya steps out of the doorway to give Judai room.]
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Do you live here by yourself?
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Towards the back corner is a simple desk pressed against an equally plain bookcase. Very IKEA. There's a viney plant overflowing the top shelf, and on the desk a disarray of notebooks and loose papers with writing down them. There are two small, framed photos on the second highest self. There's one center light in the middle of the ceiling that's half burnt out, and then string lights pinned along the walls all the way around.
Yuya sinks on the couch.] I have knives in that drawer. [He points to the one closest to the fridge.]
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[ He drops his bag against the wall then heads towards the kitchen. He sets the box on the counter and opens the drawer, finding a small knife. He'll go right ahead and cut a very big piece for Yuya and a normal one for himself. It's a fruit cream cake with strawberries, peaches, kiwi, and blueberries. It's the healthiest thing that Judai has had in a while. ]
Here. It looked good in the display case. Hopefully, it tastes just as good too!
[ He walks back towards Yuya, holding out the plate and fork. He'll take a seat on the floor afterwards. ]
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He raises a brow as Judai sits on the floor, when there's space on the couch.] Did you just buy this?
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Yeah. I had some leftover cash from the amount you gave me, so I thought about buying something that we can both enjoy.
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[ It's the mall and Mike is going to fucking call the cops on him, that narc. ]
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That's good. [He finally digs into the cake, taking a bite. At least there'sno one he has to wonder if they're still on the streets.]
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So, how is it?
[ Judai leans forward, excited to hear the verdict. Did he make the right choice ]
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[Not that Yuya was going to be picky but, well.]
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Great! I'll pick up some now and then for you. Wait, what's your favourite food?
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[ haha it'll be like sept and he'd still be homeless ]
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[ yes..... new clothes and food.... all he needs ]
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