[Chuuya’s life has never exactly been a warm, happy one, but he’d found contentment in his job, his living situation, his hobbies, and his friends, so he honestly couldn’t complain. At least, not until all that was so suddenly ripped away from him. Now though? Well. He guesses he can’t complain either. Even without his job to keep him busy, he’s sure he’ll find a purpose here...

He shrugs at the mention of clothes. Guess that’s another thing he’ll have to consider spending money on.]

A shirt is fine. I need a new outfit anyway. Can’t just wear this all the time.

[He’ll let Atsushi make breakfast as he heads off to take a shower, but not before reaching down to rub Daifuku’s belly.]

You’re spoiled.

[As if Chuuya wouldn’t do the same thing to a pet of his own.

Once he’s showered (with limited hot water, ugh) he emerges completely shirtless (look, the chibi has muscles!) and fastens his choker around his neck, and there he goes, marching into the kitchen like he owns the place. Where’s the coffee...he needs it, Atsushi...]

So. A temple. Who are they praying to?