(there's no other option, is there? kimihiro sighs when he opens the door of apartment 107 to find absolute filth covering it. he looks at it in disbelief, disgusted by the foul smell and what on earth is sitting on that sink?
kimihiro is a simple man. he's lived alone for most of his teen years, having only himself to count on. his uniform was always clean and unwrinkled, his apartment was always tidy and with not a speck of dust to be found. it's fair to say he has developed a liking to cleaning and cooking, to the point he is extremely capable in matters of domestic affairs... what he doesn't like is feeling obligated to partake in them.
whoever peeks into the apartment gets to see a livid man, scrubbing that sink with a scowl.)
Seriously, who leaves a place like this? For the next person to clean, on top of that... ( he nags, and if you think mugetsu is listening, he stopped like, 3 hours ago. kimihiro didn't stop bitching for a single second, but at least it's half ready to live in.)
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kimihiro is a simple man. he's lived alone for most of his teen years, having only himself to count on. his uniform was always clean and unwrinkled, his apartment was always tidy and with not a speck of dust to be found. it's fair to say he has developed a liking to cleaning and cooking, to the point he is extremely capable in matters of domestic affairs... what he doesn't like is feeling obligated to partake in them.
whoever peeks into the apartment gets to see a livid man, scrubbing that sink with a scowl.)
Seriously, who leaves a place like this? For the next person to clean, on top of that... ( he nags, and if you think mugetsu is listening, he stopped like, 3 hours ago. kimihiro didn't stop bitching for a single second, but at least it's half ready to live in.)