Yeah, sure, come on in... [ shuts the door behind him, stepping back and toeing extra slippers kuramochi's way. ] Stay here a sec, you're not tracking chocolate into the whole house.
[ he disappears, and comes back with a towel and a clean t-shirt. (it's sawamura's.) ] Here.
[good thing kuramochi stays in the spot while miyuki goes away for a moment. his spot is dripping with chocolate by the time he comes back though.
he takes the towel without a word and wipes his face and hair. he'll have to take a shower when he gets back... his poor hair.
he's not liking how he's stuck with all this chocolate for who knows how long the chocolate rain will be, and he doesn't like how miyuki didn't have to walk under it. so he wipes a chunk of chocolate from his face and takes a step forward to smear it all over miyuki's dumb face.]
You still have some left. [kuramochi says as he points at miyuki's face.]
Yeah, yeah, hold on. [now that most of the excess chocolate is off from his hair he takes of his shirt to roll it up so it won't keep dripping onto the floor before taking sawamura's t-shirt and puts it on.]
...And it ain't your house, it's that shitty landlord's.
Landlord leases houses to the tenants, y'know, so yeah, it kind of is my house.
[ that grumbling done he turns and leaves kuramochi to be a dick in the foyer! he tosses himself down on the cotton candy and chocolate couch, sighing at the ceiling. ]
Better inside than outside! Once that chocolate dries it'll be sticky, no thanks.
[ drumming his fingers on his stomach, his head tilts toward kuramochi. ] So? You're here. What are you planning on doing. [ you invited yourself over, hell if he's playing host, buddy. ]
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the song is stuck in my head now
immediately, he raises his voice from down the hall, where it'll hopefully carry: ] One minute!
[ the door opens a moment later, and kazuya leans on the doorknob as he takes in his visitor.
he grins, but it's not a happy-to-see-you grin... it's a happy-to-see-you-suffering grin. ] Kuramochi, what a surprise.
it was completely unintentional i swear
have one annoyed-looking kuramochi dripping with chocolate from his head and shoulders.] ...I'm gonna take cover til the fucking "rain" lets up.
[he'll just walk right in hi hello.]
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[ he disappears, and comes back with a towel and a clean t-shirt. (it's sawamura's.) ] Here.
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he takes the towel without a word and wipes his face and hair. he'll have to take a shower when he gets back...
his poor hair.he's not liking how he's stuck with all this chocolate for who knows how long the chocolate rain will be, and he doesn't like how miyuki didn't have to walk under it. so he wipes a chunk of chocolate from his face and takes a step forward to smear it all over miyuki's dumb face.]
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. . . . . .please hold while your party is reached. his brain has pretty clearly blue-screened.
after a second, he takes his glasses off and uses the shirt to wipe them off, and then he speaks up. ]
You really want to sit on the porch until this stops, don't you.
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[kuramochi's not as annoyed now though because haha, miyuki's reaction was pretty darn funny.]
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he starts to wipe chocolate off of his face next, but there's at least one streak on his cheek when he finally puts his glasses back on. ]
Are you at least done dripping all over my house?
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Yeah, yeah, hold on. [now that most of the excess chocolate is off from his hair he takes of his shirt to roll it up so it won't keep dripping onto the floor before taking sawamura's t-shirt and puts it on.]
...And it ain't your house, it's that shitty landlord's.
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Landlord leases houses to the tenants, y'know, so yeah, it kind of is my house.
[ that grumbling done he turns and leaves kuramochi to be a dick in the foyer! he tosses himself down on the cotton candy and chocolate couch, sighing at the ceiling. ]
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And with chocolate rain pouring you can't go anywhere. Man I'd hate to be suck in a place like this if I can't deal with sweets.
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[ drumming his fingers on his stomach, his head tilts toward kuramochi. ] So? You're here. What are you planning on doing. [ you invited yourself over, hell if he's playing host, buddy. ]