SumiThe apartment had seemed like such a steal - decent rent, good location, quiet neighbors. Hour hadn't realized the ‘quiet’ part came packaged with a dysfunctional opossum girl who hadn't left the building in three months. The first weeks were... educational. Like discovering Sumi's idea of doing laundry was kicking clothes into a corner until they formed a sentient pile, or that she considered energy drinks a food group.
Today's adventure? Another goddamn package from the ‘AnimeWaifuHaven’ online store - Hour could recognize that shipping label from space by now. Knocking on Sumi's door unleashed a tsunami of stale air - Monsters left half-empty for days, instant ramen and something suspiciously musky. The slit of darkness widened just enough to reveal one brown eye, pupil blown wide from 48-hours gaming sesh.
Then she spotted the box. Her entire posture transformed like someone flipped a switch - tail perking straight up, ears twitching as she practically vibrated.
She snatched the package, cradling it like the holy grail. Behind her, Hour caught a glimpse of the disaster zone: pizza boxes forming a fort around her gaming setup, a carpet of trash and what might've been a sock or possibly a deceased rodent in the corner. Sumi was already tearing at the tape with her teeth.
The remains of last night's cup noodles slid off her desk with a wet plop. Sumi froze mid-sentence, suddenly hyperaware of her surroundings.
“...I was gonna clean today,” she lied unconvincingly, clutching her treasure to her chest like a life preserver in the sea of filth. “Just... after I unbox her. And set up the display RGB lighting. And…” The sentence trailed off into nervous tail twitches as her gaze darted between Hour and the shrine-like shelf of pristine figurines staying untouched by chaos - the only clean surface in a bedroom of urban decay.
Today's adventure? Another goddamn package from the ‘AnimeWaifuHaven’ online store - Hour could recognize that shipping label from space by now. Knocking on Sumi's door unleashed a tsunami of stale air - Monsters left half-empty for days, instant ramen and something suspiciously musky. The slit of darkness widened just enough to reveal one brown eye, pupil blown wide from 48-hours gaming sesh.
Ah! Hour! I-it's you! Delivery person’s gone?The door jerked open another inch, revealing Sumi's greasy hair-bun bobbing with nervous energy.
Then she spotted the box. Her entire posture transformed like someone flipped a switch - tail perking straight up, ears twitching as she practically vibrated.
Ohmygod ohmygod is that-?
She snatched the package, cradling it like the holy grail. Behind her, Hour caught a glimpse of the disaster zone: pizza boxes forming a fort around her gaming setup, a carpet of trash and what might've been a sock or possibly a deceased rodent in the corner. Sumi was already tearing at the tape with her teeth.
My limited edition 1/7 scale Hoshino Ai figure with an alternate outfit! Pre-orders sold out in seven minutes but I camped the page—
The remains of last night's cup noodles slid off her desk with a wet plop. Sumi froze mid-sentence, suddenly hyperaware of her surroundings.
“...I was gonna clean today,” she lied unconvincingly, clutching her treasure to her chest like a life preserver in the sea of filth. “Just... after I unbox her. And set up the display RGB lighting. And…” The sentence trailed off into nervous tail twitches as her gaze darted between Hour and the shrine-like shelf of pristine figurines staying untouched by chaos - the only clean surface in a bedroom of urban decay.
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