estoria | ain't no party like a kumou party

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ain't no party like a kumou party

Who: the residents of the Cloudy Apartment (aka Tenka & Sousei & Soramaru & Nishiki & whoever else they might pick up....)
When: varies
Where: the best apartment Ever
What: Home is where the chaos is.
Rating/Warning: none at the moment!

[In this nifty little space, I'm going to mention that Sousei and Tenka used the HOLO(gm) to make the entire apartment look closer to the shrine, complete with sliding screen doors and tatami mats. They tossed all of the chairs out the window and proceeded to get really low tables and cushions so that they could sit around as they normally do.

The kitchen is the only modern-looking part of the apartment because they realized that as much as they fail at cooking, what they have is already better than the kitchen of the shrine. They also bought a rice cooker because that's pretty important.

For now, everyone has their own room. Subject to change if this family gets bigger or they decide to knock down a wall to the next apartment over. Who knows, maybe that'll happen on accident.

Lastly, they kept the couch. Because Tenka liked it and he still claims to be The Rule.]

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[It's 3 AM. Do you know where your Tenka is?

Well, I'm sorry if you didn't want to know or didn't care because you're going to find out. Quickly and against your will.

Because look, all he wanted was to use the restroom - a guy's gotta go when a guy's gotta go - and isn't even familiar with what this "Halloween" business is about. So when all of a sudden their door is jammed and won't let him out (because as much as he wants to pretend it's a screen door, it's actually definitely metal) until he beats this game....

Cue some colorful cursing and grumbling and even some clanging as he's trying to kick down the door from his side.]

What the hell is this?!

[Despite the fact that Tenka did, in fact, get a fair amount of grief and anger out of his system by getting to punch down a door and then tackle Sousei, it doesn't relieve the rest of his complicated thoughts.

Of course, these complicated thoughts are reserved for when Soramaru and Nishiki are not home, prideful aniki being Tenka's default mode of operation. It's when he has the living room to himself that he just sits at the low table in their living room, tea cup set in front of him with his gaze occasionally directed toward their windows. His gaze goes distant sometimes as he considers exactly what he should be doing in regards to Shirasu.

He can't ask Sousei because Sousei will inevitably get irritated and even though Tenka trusts his partner with everything, he still doesn't find enjoyment in bringing up the one person that Sousei absolutely hates.

He can't ask Shirasu for obvious reasons either.

Anyone else is too far removed from the situation.

So instead Tenka thinks about it by himself in rare moments where he's actually very quiet indeed.]

[ so milla finally managed to set up her salsa and, after Weird Text Conversations, is probably walking into an already awkward situation made awkward...er... because of that. yet she's still coming, she's not sure what to think, but there's a large jar of salsa in her hand and a thermos of miso soup that she didn't totally not save for occasions like this.

whatever shenanigans are currently going on in casa kumou will be interrupted by the very loud knock knock on the door, as-- milla finally figures out the right address.

what is she walking into. she doesn't know.

but at least she has food??? if they don't open the door soon she will take that as an appropriate escape opportunity. ]

[i'd figure out the ic date but i'm lazy NOVEMBER....ISH.

Sousei doesn't know why he was accosted by a random sales person as he walked out of the gym, his shift over--but she shoved a good deal of small, brightly colored bottles into his hands and ran off again before he could give them back.

Now that he's home, he sets them on the counter, staring at them.

One is bright green.

That can't be natural.

Sousei versus energy drinks, stare-off, go!]

[It'd been hard to get to sleep that night for some reason.

But then... well, the memory was vivid, so vivid that when he suddenly snaps awake, he's up and standing almost immediately, staggering his way into the living room. His goal had been the bathroom, but he doesn't make it there--instead, he finds the trash can, and clutches to it, barely retaining his legs and barely managing to swallow back the nausea.

No, he's not going to throw up everywhere, even if that was...an uncannily vivid dream. Even if... he can still feel the feeling of all of those swords piercing him, cutting into him until he died--

Except it wasn't him who died, it was someone else, and even as he drags in a ragged breath (lingering for a moment to make sure, even then, that he has a complete grip on his stomach's attempt at rebellion), the rest of the dream is something he doesn't forget.

Peko Pekoyama.... huh... and Hinata had been there too. He...has a lot to think about, in this very early morning.]

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RAINBOW NARWHAL MELEE ( IC DATE: 10/31 )

ADULTY ADULTS ADULTING ( IC DATE: AFTER 10/31.... )

SALSA, OREOS AND DESPAIR ( ic: 11/09 ??? )

energy drinks are a terrible idea