052 [Written]

[ahappylie]

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.]

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[ayu_nee]

[Whether or not Ayumu notices that he's trying to hide something, she still frowns at the cough and makes a mental note to be certain he isn't overexerting himself until he really is better.]

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.]

[ahappylie]

Mmhm~ [He rests his chin on the backs of his arms, folding them over the back of the couch as he stares out the window. He wants to be out there, that much is obvious, but Ayumu might be able to see the slightest hint of a sad smile as he leans forward, his face just barely pushing past the edges of the blanket.]

...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.

[ayu_nee]

[Ayumu hesitates for just a fraction of a second too long for it to be entirely natural before glancing back toward Okita again.]

Or you might be forced to cook for yourself. Who knows what might happen then.

[ahappylie]

It would be full of sweets and we'd all get sick.

[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.