[ There's no reply for a good half an hour, and when it comes, it doesn't come by text but instead by nonstop pounding on his front door until he lets her in.
She's taking his offer here and now, so he's better be home. ]
[after five seconds, Mafuyu might hear the sound of feet running up
to the door (but she's probably hammering too hard to hear anything
else)
after ten seconds, the door gets yanked clear open, because frankly
there is no one else Tatsuo knows who would abuse his poor door in such a
manner except a certain tough-talking teenage girl
he makes sure to stand well back though, so as to avoid getting
punched in the neck or something]
[ Smart, because she totally would have punched him in the neck. Standing back means that it's easy to let herself in, though, so she goes ahead and pushes past him to invite herself in. ]
Yeah, but sometimes the doorbell's broken. [ Often, actually, in the case of the Kurosaki household if Mafuyu ever forgets her keys and needs to be let in, because she treats the bell the same way she does the door. ] You can't pretend not to hear knocking.
[Please, come right in Mafuyu. Mi casa es su casa. (That is about the extent of his high school Spanish.) Tatsuo just shuts the door behind her.
The apartment is small, but tidy. It isn't particularlly colorful since blue and green are still off the table, and Tatsuo happens to like blue. So the majority of his furniture is dark grey and Ikea birch.]
I'd just started. You can sit at the counter if you want.
[Tatsuo goes back to where he'd been browning the meat. The great thing about ground beef? You don't need to oil the pan. As long as you keep it moving to break it up, it doesn't stick.]
[ Mafuyu gets that "Mi casa es su casa" vibe and instead of sitting at the counter where she 1) can't see what's going on, and 2) has to sit, she follows him as far as the kitchen before doubling back to the living room, opening doors, the bedroom, bathroom... ]
It's 700 square feet. That's bigger than my last place, not that you ever saw it.
[There's really not all that much to look at. His bookcase is filled with science periodicals and various books he used in college, along with a few mystery paperbacks. A photograph of eight year old him with his mother sits on his desk next to his laptop. There's a geometric piece of artwork above his sofa and a three panel photograph of Tokyo's skyline in the bedroom.]
[ Mafuyu has no sense of area and has no idea what 700 square feet is supposed to mean to her. Is it big? Small? It's pretty small, compared to her house that has two stories and yards for her dog and cat. ]
You could save a lot of space if you threw out some junk. You've got all these books...
[ She finishes up her self-guided tour and plops down on the sofa, lying down with her legs bent over the arm rest and shouting towards the kitchen. ]
How come you didn't buy a huge house? Then you can live with lots of people!
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you had your foot in my door
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what does it matter? stabbing is stabbing
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but it rarely breaks the skin. but we still call it 'stabbing' because it imparts more emphasis.
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look. is there any way i can make it up to you?
[everyone else thought it was hilarious.... sort of]
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[ everybody else was a friend ]
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[every time Mafuyu gives Tatsuo a vicious answer, he thinks back to their conversation about how to get people to do things...]
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you got any better at cooking yet?
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but okay. i'll make you spaghetti.
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i want to watch!
at your place of kaz's?
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She's taking his offer here and now, so he's better be home. ]
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[after five seconds, Mafuyu might hear the sound of feet running up to the door (but she's probably hammering too hard to hear anything else)
after ten seconds, the door gets yanked clear open, because frankly there is no one else Tatsuo knows who would abuse his poor door in such a manner except a certain tough-talking teenage girl
he makes sure to stand well back though, so as to avoid getting punched in the neck or something]
There's a doorbell, right there, you know.
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Yeah, but sometimes the doorbell's broken. [ Often, actually, in the case of the Kurosaki household if Mafuyu ever forgets her keys and needs to be let in, because she treats the bell the same way she does the door. ] You can't pretend not to hear knocking.
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The apartment is small, but tidy. It isn't particularlly colorful since blue and green are still off the table, and Tatsuo happens to like blue. So the majority of his furniture is dark grey and Ikea birch.]
I'd just started. You can sit at the counter if you want.
[Tatsuo goes back to where he'd been browning the meat. The great thing about ground beef? You don't need to oil the pan. As long as you keep it moving to break it up, it doesn't stick.]
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Your place is so tiny...
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[There's really not all that much to look at. His bookcase is filled with science periodicals and various books he used in college, along with a few mystery paperbacks. A photograph of eight year old him with his mother sits on his desk next to his laptop. There's a geometric piece of artwork above his sofa and a three panel photograph of Tokyo's skyline in the bedroom.]
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You could save a lot of space if you threw out some junk. You've got all these books...
[ She finishes up her self-guided tour and plops down on the sofa, lying down with her legs bent over the arm rest and shouting towards the kitchen. ]
How come you didn't buy a huge house? Then you can live with lots of people!
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Most of those are reference material. I have to keep up with the latest studies and findings for work.
[He goes back to browning the meat.
Because I like living on my own. I spent eight years living with lots of people at the orphanage. That was more than enough for me.
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