( Mutsu has always been an active spirit. You can ask anyone who knows him— he’s never been the type to sit still and is always running around (or away). Without doubt, he’s been one to contribute to the noise level in the apartment, especially in the past month but maybe… the apartment seems a little quieter? Just a little.

There’s a cup of now cold tea on the coffee table and some untouched candy in a bowl. Mutsu is sprawled across the couch on his stomach, one army dangling over the edge, hand just inches away from… the remote control for the tv. Some times his fingers move in a half hearted attempt to reach out for it but

He gives up with a sigh and just waits. Waits for someone to leave their room or come home or just generally come by— )

Heeeeey. ( You, yeah you. ) Pass the remote.

( Either you’re a guest visiting or you live here and locked yourself out. Either way, you’re banging on the door to be let in because you know someone is in there. You heard the loud and dramatic whine followed by the dragged out, )

Cooooooomiiiing….

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A few minutes later. There’s a thud on the door (that’s a head leaning on it) and the door slooooooowly opens. There’s Mutsu, leaning not the doorway, looking like he just woke up from a nap.

Welcome home??? Who you... )