[Chuuya really gives no fucks who’s mess it is; he needs to clean it up before Atsushi sees it, because the guy doesn’t deserve to come home to a pit. At least his ability makes things move faster, and soon enough the kitchen is pretty much spotless.
Now to survey the damage in the morning room. He grabs a few rags to soak up the water on the carpet in hopes it won’t mildew.
Oh. Oh shit. Is Dylas...sniffling? Is it allergy season on Nysa? There’s no way he could be crying, right?
...ugh.]
...it’s fine.
[Chuuya bends down and starts sopping up the mess, refusing to look Dylas in the eye.]
He won’t kick us out or anything. He’s not like that.
no subject
Now to survey the damage in the morning room. He grabs a few rags to soak up the water on the carpet in hopes it won’t mildew.
Oh. Oh shit. Is Dylas...sniffling? Is it allergy season on Nysa? There’s no way he could be crying, right?
...ugh.]
...it’s fine.
[Chuuya bends down and starts sopping up the mess, refusing to look Dylas in the eye.]
He won’t kick us out or anything. He’s not like that.