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takutomaruki) wrote2025-01-15 01:07 am
takutomaruki) wrote2025-01-15 01:07 am
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╰┈➤ ❝ When we get to the pearly gates. You'll get the green light, I'll get the old door in the face ❞
╰┈➤ ❝ When we get to the pearly gates. You'll get the green light, I'll get the old door in the face ❞
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02/01
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Welcome, dreamer, to the new dream
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15/01
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Rank 1: Glass, nightmares and Hopes.
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27/01
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Quick adjustments.
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03/02
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Rank 2: Before my goodwill crumbles away in these sterile lands.
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01/05
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Rank 3: A gift
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"Yeah, I just didn't find the time to really focus on my place, I guess," he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck as he savours the coffee once more. "Sometimes I just settle down in my lab for a whole week but that point aside-"
"We might have to figure out a way to split chores for the future." Ah, he remembers the joys and the slight pains when he and Rumi moved into their shared Tokyo apartment fresh out of high school- unprepared for just how...'well' they would match each other's patience when they became roommates. They ended up taking a short break because of that too. "Hmm...? Do I even have enough dishes for two of us in the long run...don't think so."
As he starts thinking all too deeply, he sets the mug aside but its dangerously close to the edge.
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Maruki's lips quirk up. Just the slightest bit. For some reason, he was only slightest getting used to Morning's little perks.
"I might look around in Kappabashi then," he hums as he fixes his gaze on the floor as he pops another mochi into his mouth. "Maybe work on more recipes...after finishing the practical. Oh."
The practical.
He looks at his watch then closes his eyes in deep thought. Or something like he was trying to ignore just how late he truly was.
He quickly grabs the coffee, the ceramic clinking against the edge that the coffee sloshes inside but thankfully none of it spills.
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"Say...message me what you want for dinner. I will buy some groceries along the way, alright?"
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"Oh that's hilarious," he starts and waves his hand. "I cook rather well actually, thank you." He grabs his bag and throws the strap over the shoulder. He quickly goes to the front to wear his shoes and remembers he should probably give the key to him. He usually just comes home through the window or something-
"No, can't do," he urges. "And if you don't message me I will call you."
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"Dadctor?" He raises a brow before snorting to himself and waving back—considerably brightening from last night's events. "Anyways, I will see you in a bit. Message me or call me if anything happens and...maybe go out. Find others here. Don't stay cooped here for too long, alright? That's my job."
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