✕ yutaro's house

Hyunseong stop visiting everyone's house
I'm about to arrest you for not having a warrant

DAD

sets up a tent inside

pew

lays in bed, snuggling my pillow and watches a horror movie

crawls into bed with a box of tissues, cough drops, and cough syrup

I'm. Dying.

/raises the small glass with a silent cheers before throwing back the drink, humming as it warms up my throat, going down smoothly. /
I do have one but I prefer cooking to be done in the kitchen. otherwise the living room gets super hot

Ah jongin san- the neighbourhood pranker. Absolutely, the more the merrier. especially when it comes to sharing sake.

/peers at the open door with worry but shrugs it off since you probably know what what you are doing/ so, do you have like a portable gas stove or kitchen it is? /glances at you then at the drink being poured, waiting as it gets filled then picking it up to raise for a cheers/

/waves for jongin to enter, glancing between him and Yuri, then at my phone as it vibrates with a random notification ./ Shall I get another shot glass then?

/leaves the door open and steps back inside, shuffling back to the sofa, all the while listening to what yuri had to say./ Very true, I'll give you that one. /sitting back down, a soft, barely audible hums is made, a nod following after as I reach for the sake bottle and opens it with ease, tilting the bottle downwards to let the drink fill into the shot glasses, setting it down after./

watches yutaro s silhouette from all the way across the sofa

/frowns deeply hearing the door bell once more, standing up once again and this time opening the door, standing on the top step and glancing around, my eyes darting back and forth before landing on the source of the ringing doorbell and rustling bushes.
Injong, what are you doing --

haah.. of course i will make it since i kinda barged in without a notice. haaa..../nods reassuringly although a little worried that things might go wrong because cooking really isnt my forte/ listen, if i were to poison you, i would do it at a place that i know very well- not here. definitely not. /presses my lips into a smile ignoring your suspicion/ wanna pour the drink?

ig nor es all typOs bcs woT even is enGLiSh

/nods in regards to the door, glancing down at the basket once more./ Suki...yaki. I guess that's fine then... You're making it though. /raises a brow before plopping back down on the sofa, now crossing one leg over the other./ Is it poisoned? Are the others going to come by as well? This is weird..

t yp o NO

oh must be some neighbourhood kid- attempting to pranking in broad daylight. ignore it yutaro

no we are having all of them- becauseeee /happily wriggles my fingers on op of the basket even though you didnt get what I was trying to imply/ We are making SUKIYAKI!! WOOHOO! /excitedly removes the cloth that was covering the groceries while you disappear in the kitchen and return fairly quick/ lovely. see, i knew u were in need for some alcohol

Not..really?
/walks over and peeks through the peep hole./
I don't see anyone

s t a r e s a t t h s d o o r

sharply turns my head away from yutaro as the bell rings
uhhh yutaro, you were expecting someone?

Lettuce I'll go for, tofu too, the rest can beat the bush. /scrunches up my nose in distaste at the thought of any other of the vegetables even touching his lips./ anyway...sake you say? I could definitely go for some alcohol right about now. /glances at you for a split second before standing up and heading towards the kitchen, returning shortly after with 2 shots glasses./

come on, you gotta put some greens in your system. and it s mushroom- tofu, scallions, lettuce- doesnt ring a bell? /grins excitedly now sitting up as i look at you with hopeful eyes/ just a bottle of sake, rest are coke.

veg--rhe beef part sounds quite appetizing, but the veggies can carry their asses into the garbage. Wait, drinks? What kind of drinks we talking about here? /narrows my eyes while leaning forward, poking at the seemingly harmless basket./

shouldnt that be even /more/ concerning. are u not taking care of yourself hmm? /leans back letting my eyes momentarily wander around scanning the familiar interior before looking at the basket at the mention/ hmmmm- vegetables and beef /coughs/ and few drinks

w h en has my memory ever been any good? /hums and shrugs, plopping down on the opposite end of the sofa, pulling my knees up to my chest, pointing my finger at the basket./ what's in it?

dear, what do you mean nugu? smh, yutarot i told you to stop banging your head on a wall. it s messing with our memory. /carefully places the basket on the said table then proceeds to make myself comfortable on the sofa/ just um- felt like it. wrong time?

b e s t f r i e n d nugu?
I didn't say you could come in --
/geatures to the coffee table
Set it there I guess, what's the surprise visit for?

it s me your best friend yuri
/finger guns with my free hand shooting a winkue/
uh so where do i place this basket huh
/walks in looking around/