THE FIFTH INVESTIGATION

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[As usual, the day begins at seven a.m.

Good morning, Champions.]

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[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh. Uh.

[He looks away awkwardly and rubs the back of his head.]

Well, it is, but really... it's mostly because I don't have any shirts left. After, you know.

[Getting lacerated and vaporized so many times last week.]

[serrata]

... Right.

[ That... would do a number on your wardrobe.

She finds herself a comfy spot and settles down, plate on the floor next to her so she can go ahead and pull a blanket over her legs. Much cozier. ]

Hm... I think I might still have something you could have, though. Or, well, have back, I suppose.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hm? Oh. The turtleneck?

[Shit, she looks real cozy. After a moment, he slides down and puts his head in her lap. Boyfriend privilege, hell yes. God, he's so clingy today.]

I don't know. It's cuter on you.

[serrata]

[ Well if you're going to act like a lap cat, prepare to get treated like one, Junpei. She smiles and shifts a little where she's sat, just enough to more comfortably pillow his head in her lap and then starts lazily stroking his hair. There. Much better. ]

I'm sure it is. But even as cute as you look in this, you probably need a spare shirt more than I do right now. Unless you want to spend the rest of your life in a kigurumi, Tenmeowji-san?

[ did you think she'd forgotten ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Haha. Purr, purr.

[He closed his eyes when he felt her fingers in his hair, but he cracks one open again.]

Is that what this is? A cat? I assumed it was, but the color kind of threw me off. I've heard of blue cats, but purple?

[serrata]

I think so...? The ears made me think of a scottish fold with how they're... well, folded over like that. The colour's a bit off but... I don't think kangaroos are bright orange either, are they?

[ pet, pet. exactly like a lapcat. ]

I'll wash the shirt for you tonight, though. Do you need the pants back as well?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[The attention is nice. Some of the unhappy, unspoken tension in his neck and shoulders starts to wind its way out as she pets him. Also, this way she can't get up and get back to overworking herself. Win-win.]

Mm... I'm good on pants. Shouldn't be a problem unless next week something stabs me in the leg.

[serrata]

Don't even joke. Honestly, I don't know why they didn't just go and call you Champion Troublemaker.

[ you have given this poor girl at LEAST three heart attacks, Junpei. ]

... but, really. I say "wash". What I mean is "I'll do my best with the shower head". We've been here over a month and I still can't believe we don't have a laundry room.