Aug 19, 2015
magnetem
“No.”
Mekakushi House was as crowed and busy as ever, with the sound of a vacuum screaming from somewhere upstairs as the air conditioner labored to combat the heat. In the kitchen, preparing dinner for the gang for the evening--as per the chore chart--were the two Kisaragi siblings.
“You picked last time!”
Getting along swimmingly as usual.
“Put that thing back where it came from, or so help me--!”
Shintaro bodily hauled a soup ladle at his younger sister, and though it initially missed, it somehow bounced off of the fridge and pinged her in the back of the head. Talk about bad luck.
“You picked the last two times, I--you know, I don’t even need you to help me cook, just go help Kido or something. Please? Come on.”