052 [Written]
I am in need of a sparring partner. Preferably someone familiar with Japanese katana, knowledgeable of different styles, and willing to practice early morning hours. He needs practice with several opponents, so I'll take as many of you as want to help♥ But I do ask that supernatural powers be kept to a minimum, hm? Not that a little here and there won't help.
Thank you~
[For any looking for him personally, he's finally emerged from his room after over a week of illness and will be at House 50.]
Thank you~
[For any looking for him personally, he's finally emerged from his room after over a week of illness and will be at House 50.]
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He's still coughing a little, but he flops over to the couch and bounces onto it, pulling a blanket along with him. Once he's there, he'll cover up, but also keep a look out for his pets - aka he's facing backwards over the couch, trying to look out a window.]
Is Tammy doing well? It's been cold lately. I worry for her.
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Ayumu disappears for a moment and returns with another blanket, wordlessly setting it beside him before she glances toward the window in an attempt to follow his gaze.]
Tammy? Fine, as far as I can tell.
[They don't exactly... get along, after all.]
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He stares out the window, but there isn't much activity from the pen.]
When it gets warmer, I'll take her on walks again. She's probably tired of being cooped up since the winter.
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[She frowns out at Tammy's pen a moment longer, then shrugs slightly and turns away again, dismissing the bird from her thoughts.]
Was there anything in particular you wanted for dinner, Okita-san?
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No~ Anything Ayumu-san cooks will be delicious~♪
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Hm. Well. Just let me know if you need anything while you're resting out here.
[Was there some emphasis on the last part of that sentence? Perhaps there was.]
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...I'm glad you're here, Ayumu-san. Thank you.
[He pauses]
Somehow, I doubt Homura-san knows how to cook and I'd hate to suffer through those mishaps.
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Or you might be forced to cook for yourself. Who knows what might happen then.
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[He follows up quickly as if that was the only thing he was thinking of, reaching out to rap on the glass to see if Tammy would come out at the sound. The bird doesn't and Okita pulls back, coughing again.]
I guess she's sleeping.