(you can pm me here or on plurk if you'd like to beforehand, but also if you'd just like to drop something at my doorstep with no preamble please do!!)
[And thus, Maruki's hell begins. It's a small apartment, so Akechi's excitable voice carries through no matter where he seems to go.
The cup is tossed into the trash. A melodious 'clean up, clean up' following as he pushes the step stool back to its rightful place, washcloth straightened, cabinet closed.]
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The cup is tossed into the trash. A melodious 'clean up, clean up' following as he pushes the step stool back to its rightful place, washcloth straightened, cabinet closed.]