Maruki, thankfully still disoriented from the drowsiness of his own sleep didn’t catch the little slip up.
He walked past and made his way to the living room. Eyes follow the askew couch as he turns away and offers a slight smile. "So it seems," he makes his way to the kitchen and that's when he sees its tranformed state. The sheer neatness of the places catches him off guard, a man who like his own bumbling clumsy self had a kitchen of his own set up.
Boy, that smell of coffee...
"You have been...busy, huh?" He makes a quiet sound.The countertops gleamed, their surfaces spotless, and every tool, utensil, and gadget seemed to have found a rightful place in this new order. Even the cabinets had been reorganized—doors slightly ajar, revealing impeccably arranged rows of plates and bowls.
His eyes widened as he gave an awkward laugh, raising his hands in a gesture of faint disbelief. “I-I don’t think I’ve ever seen this place look...this clean. Or this organized."
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Date: 2025-01-27 04:54 pm (UTC)He walked past and made his way to the living room. Eyes follow the askew couch as he turns away and offers a slight smile. "So it seems," he makes his way to the kitchen and that's when he sees its tranformed state. The sheer neatness of the places catches him off guard, a man who like his own bumbling clumsy self had a kitchen of his own set up.
Boy, that smell of coffee...
"You have been...busy, huh?" He makes a quiet sound.The countertops gleamed, their surfaces spotless, and every tool, utensil, and gadget seemed to have found a rightful place in this new order. Even the cabinets had been reorganized—doors slightly ajar, revealing impeccably arranged rows of plates and bowls.
His eyes widened as he gave an awkward laugh, raising his hands in a gesture of faint disbelief. “I-I don’t think I’ve ever seen this place look...this clean. Or this organized."