Akechi Mitsuhide (
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vatheon2012-10-19 11:32 am
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dreaming away
Who: Akechi Mitsuhide (
wavesoakedlegs) and Gracia (
kagayakashi).
Where: Gracia's apartment.
When: Today, around noon.
Style: Prose!
Status: Closed.
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It had been quite the battle.
Mitsuhide had taken it upon himself to clean up Tama's apartment while she slept. This had been no easy task to set himself, considering the state of it; her accident with the dishwasher weeks beforehand had done quite a lot of water damage to begin with, and he'd had to replace and repair a lot of things. That she had been living with that had been unbelievable!
All of her boxes had been thrown away, unsaveable as they were (he would never understand her desire to hoard so many). Mitsuhide had brought three new ones into the place because he knew full well his daughter would be distressed if there were none at all. No doubt she would fuss over the ones lost as it was, despite their condition.
Again, what was it with her and boxes?
At least he was done now. The place was spotless and tidy and Mitsuhide sat in Tama's kitchen sipping at his newly-made tea. He was daydreaming, and for good reason.
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Where: Gracia's apartment.
When: Today, around noon.
Style: Prose!
Status: Closed.
It had been quite the battle.
Mitsuhide had taken it upon himself to clean up Tama's apartment while she slept. This had been no easy task to set himself, considering the state of it; her accident with the dishwasher weeks beforehand had done quite a lot of water damage to begin with, and he'd had to replace and repair a lot of things. That she had been living with that had been unbelievable!
All of her boxes had been thrown away, unsaveable as they were (he would never understand her desire to hoard so many). Mitsuhide had brought three new ones into the place because he knew full well his daughter would be distressed if there were none at all. No doubt she would fuss over the ones lost as it was, despite their condition.
Again, what was it with her and boxes?
At least he was done now. The place was spotless and tidy and Mitsuhide sat in Tama's kitchen sipping at his newly-made tea. He was daydreaming, and for good reason.
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So she stretched in bed, and yawned widely. Rubbing her face with the sleeve of her night dress (Strange. She can't even remember putting that on before taking a nap.), Gracia rolled herself to the side to stretch some more, only to find that her body was already teetering towards the left edge of her bed. Unable to catch herself, with what a leg tangled up in her cottony sheets and her elbows unbelievably stiff, Gracia yelped and fell unceremoniously to the floor.
"Huwah!"
The thump! was probably loud enough to be heard from the kitchen just outside her room...
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