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[ Kon can't say he's too surprised that they're adjusting to keeping track of time, but he just comes in properly so that he can lean his hip on the side of the couch. ]

That's not too bad, and now that it's hitting spring it must be better. [ You know, small woodland creatures in winter and all that.

The invitation to ask more questions is just the kind of thing he's always happy to hear, though he shrugs his shoulders. He talks to the both of them, despite the fact that the fox is the one answering him directly. ]

If you don't mind me asking - are you part of the tsukumogami, too?

[ Kon shrugs at that. ] There are people who would try, though you're right, they wouldn't meet much success considering there's so many of them. [ An army and a Pitch, but he'll learn what that means later.

This is, of course, assuming that CERES doesn't send something in here to do the job for them. They brought them here in the first place, they're bound to have something up their sleeves. ]

Nah, I get it. [ He waves his hand. ] I'm interested in learning more about them, both as people and what it meant to be carried by such historical figures before they met you, but I'm not really interested in bringing up bad memories.

[ Yeah, he sees that. Kon just points at his eyes, then points back at the pig. He'll be watching you, too, Saizou. But then his full attention is on Souji again. ]

Very, but I'm not complaining too much considering I was literally dumped into ViViD when we met.

[ Oblivious though he may be about Mutsu's tensions, the second that Souji introduces himself he raises his eyebrows while he's bowing before his expression is settled again in quiet interest. He managed to keep the recognition off his face when he saw the other Souji's name in ViViD, but he'd been on the ground at the time that he saw it.

This time, though, he just files it away and dips his head a little. Someday he'll bow properly, maybe. ] Don't worry about it, today's been an interesting day. I'm Shinonome Kon - it's nice to meet you, too, Okita-san.

[ He straightens and grins, no questions or stares. ] I might be. Getting set up in the colony with some friendly people around could do me some good.

[ Sorry, too late.

Kon's observation is keen but quiet, in contrast to the obvious lookover that Dotanuki gives him. It's easy to tell that he's on guard, but, again, he's not really that bothered by it. No easy openings, nothing to really give him away, and honestly that's both refreshing after all the friendly faces he's run into and just confirmation of what Haru was talking about. No one who came into this cluster of apartments who meant harm would get out of it intact.

He trails into the apartment proper, keeping within range of the sword so that they can keep track of one another. Better than raising suspicions by wandering off before he's given a go ahead. ]

Mutsu found me in ViViD, and then it went from there. [ His eyes land on the bag of beef jerky for a second, but junk food is junk food, and if a sword spirit wants to eat it then he's not going to comment. ] Haru offered me a room, but it seemed like a better idea to meet a few more faces before coming to a decision. Stranger coming in out of nowhere can be kind of off-putting.

I wear armor wherever I go.

[So he doesn't really care if he looks "ridiculous" or not. Looks had nothing to do with being a good sword and right now, all he cared about was being a good, strong sword. He doesn't move even after Pitch almost trips on him, choosing instead only to crane his head back a little to look up at him.]

What're you doing in his closet.

[Said less like a question and more like a gruff order for an answer.]

Hn.

[Makes sense. Mutsu was a friendly sort and the type to go around adopting Haru's habits of "adopting" people and bringing them home. Had to do with Mutsu's desire to see the new world, which included meeting new people.

Dotanuki doesn't move out of the kitchen, choosing to lean against the counter and watch as the stranger moves about the living room. The fact that Haru has offered him a room, however, does give him pause. Haru usually has a good head about him for who he invites in. Other than with Pitch, Dotanuki has never really disliked anyone Haru has brought into the house.

He takes a piece of jerky from the bag and sticks it in his mouth, chewing on it as he considers this. New roommates, huh? Thinking over what rooms are open leaves very few places the new guy could go.]

What's your name?

[ the truth is, tsuru completely understands how to use the washing machine, and that yamato didn't use it correctly whatsoever — he probably uses it at least twice a day, because wearing white clothes all the time is not an easy task? even if it isn't his original outfit, he gravitates towards white clothes, anyway.

but this is yamato, and tsuru is absolutely here to enable his bad life choices. ]

Well, not really. [ he wipes the suds off of himself, giving yamato another suggestion, instead. ] But it's no good to just defeat the washing machine — you have to completely crush it and make sure that all of its bubbles come out.

[ ...well, the second truth is, tsuru only understands what buttons to push, how much detergent and bleach (white clothes!) to put in, and how to get clean clothes to come out of the washing machine; when it comes to what the machine actually is, he has no idea.

so since their goal is to MAXIMIZE SUDS, he hands yamato the rest of the detergent and baking soda, pointing towards the open lid of the machine. ] Here, let's try it like this — pour more of this in.

It will do to simply remind them that someone lives on the floor below. Our castles were never so tall, I am unaccustomed to hearing running feet above me.

[he'll take responsibility for adapting; the rest is probably going to be hard to do for twenty-some people]

[i'd say it's like trying to win the trust of a stray cat but no, naki is super easy mode, you had him at cake. so many different flavors....after some hesitation, he reaches for a cookie and starts nibbling on it.

ah...it's good! gonna keep nibbling. and now that he's got food in his mouth, suddenly he realizes he forgot to thank her? rather than actually removing the cookie from his mouth though, he decides to copy her and pull out his own device, typing out a simple]

thank you

[this is followed by another pause as he remembers yet another thing and attempts to do that thing mikazuki taught him.]

(=^･ｪ･^=)

[there we go. successful texting! now back to his cookie.]

[THAT... That is definitely a little weirder than Kashuu bargained for, and he looks more perplexed than understanding.]

So... you got kidnapped by the Orochi- [WHAT] -and you guys had to try fighting your way back? Or to defeat him...? Or both?

You definitely weren't the worst offender! [No worries, no worries!] Most of us just get a little over-excited in matches and some have a really hard time holding back, see? Or, like... sometimes it's hard to know when you've had enough matches. Stuff like that.

[They're all morons, basically.]

Not super long.

[Because time is definitely weird to ye olde spirits, but Kashuu is younger than most of them and Cerealia is An Experience™ so it still seems like its been a while, even so. As for that:]

You don't mind? [He says, like he has any intention of actually leaving... Kon seems fine with having an audience, though! And if he can multitask well enough to julienne vegetables while holding a conversation, that works just fine for Kashuu.] Then you can ask what you want, 'kay?

[And as far as dragging home strangers goes...] Yeah, it's not like we can't handle things if someone brings home a real weirdo. [But he actually trusts everyone enough to figure anyone they bring home is an a-ok person, more or less!] You seem fine, so I'm glad! Hopefully it won't be too loud for you.

We both do. Tea houses are places where people often do more than just relax, you understand.

[They talk-- and he can listen. There would be many opportunities to learn.]

[Smallest fox waves his tail at that, chancing only a short glance at the happily cuddling robofox before focusing on conversation. He's a working fox! No distractions!

....Gonna climb onto Naki's shoulder first though.

Ahem.]

Nakigitsune here is the tsukumogami of an uchigatana forged in the Kamakura Period! I am simply a fox that has attached myself to his vessel. [A pause.] And this other fox was a gift we received while living here.

Something like that...

[There was a dull ache underneath his ribs that hadn't yet gone away, and flared up from time to time. A remnant of a wound that should be there, Koumei knew-- but it wasn't the real problem.

He was worried about something he couldn't do anything about, and it was something that he coulnd't be comfortable with.]

[don't worry Kashuu you're talking to the king of morons. He does exactly the same thing.]

Mm, yeah.

Would you guys ever let someone else fix up your swords, besides Haru? Maybe not repairs but...you know, whetting, oiling, stuff like that.

Yes. [I mean really] We thought defeating him would send us back, but it hasn't. Twice, already, and still nothing. There is an enormous beast plaguing the land, now, likely connected to him, and all we can do is fight. We don't know if we will ever be sent to our rightful homes.

[his explanation is dry and patient, no sign of how he feels about it at all]

Sounds like something I could enjoy. [yes talking, plotting, and so on] Perhaps I shall have to visit.

[Continuing the friendly scritching, Koumei scooped up robo-fox into his arms and, toing off his shoes, followed smallest fox around the apartment to see where he was going.

Hopefully he wasn't intruding.]

It was a cup, nothing more.

[How was he supposed to know the rules to working these devices if there was no instruction manual anywhere? And a cup was hardly a bomb....

Koumei started mopping up the mess with the towels, sweeping the excess liquid carefully into the bucket as he maneuvered. Whether the man was going to help or not didn't really matter but he didn't have the mindset to play games in his half-awake state.]

[ Young man? Koumei please. Kousetsu is 800+ years old but he is fairly good looking so there is that. Aside from his rather serious expression he doesn't change much when the other replies to his inquiries. ]

Mutsunokami-san invited you? [ Ah he sees now. Kousetsu just nods in understanding. ] If you were invited by another one of us...it is not intruding. Please come in.

[ He will hold the door open for the other as he motions for him to come inside. ]

[The assessment was based on demeanor alone. While he's not unfamiliar with the concept of spirits, he has no idea who has what status in this world or this household. As such, he planned to address people as they appeared and with due respect.]

Thank you, [he said, bobbing his head in a polite little bow. Toeing off his shoes, he slipped inside with a grace of movement that his unkempt appearance did nothing to hint at.]

I really do hope I'm not disturbing. A standing association like the one you and your friends share has it's own rules and boundaries. I've just arrived in this city, so I'm not entirely sure what to expect around every corner.

[ Once he has the baking soda, he opens the box of baking soda from the top so he can dump the entire powder into the machine all at once. It all poofs up in a small little white smoke that Yamato has to fan away with the box. ] If we crush it, that means we win at cleaning clothes. I see. This i such different from what we normally do. [ Now as the detergent follows into a blue stream that falls onto the white powder to change it's color, it has a strong smell and Yamato has to lean back as he does this. ]

It looks like we're cooking than washing clothes. [ The bubbles already inside looks like Christmas, now he wonders what else they can put inside. ] Is this when the clothes go in or is there more? [ He stares up at the other as he waits to learn, his sapphire are curious and he's awaiting for what could be next. It's mission save the bubbles and if they need to get them all out, then Yamato will try his best with Tsurumaru, of course. ]

Do you think Saniwa would get inside of this, he always wants to stay clean.

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[ Not their diet, no, but when so many people lived in the same apartment they all had to have their specifics hence the cereal boxes. Kousetsu will silently nod at the response. ]

I am more then willing to help. Please just tell me what needs to be done and I will do it to the best of my abilities. It would not be right for a guest to...do all the work by themselves.

[ Kousetsu is very serious business don't mind him. ]

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UGH THIS GIVES ME FLASHBACKS to when hori killed people with the washing machine too

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UGH I TRIED TO NOT KILL PEOPLE ugh i learn from hori

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