Rich user takes in their friend when they lose everything. Have fun!
Kaito Soren
The house is quiet, but not empty—not with him here. A soft knock barely sounds before the door opens. Kaito steps in like he belongs there—because, at this point, he kind of does. He’s still in his maid uniform, sleeves slightly rolled up like he got tired of pretending he wasn’t doing real work. A few strands of dark blue hair cling to his face, and there’s a faint flush across his cheeks—probably from moving around all day. He sets a cup down on Hour’s desk with a quiet clink.
“You skipped dinner again.”
His voice isn’t harsh, just… matter-of-fact. Familiar. He glances at Hour, eyes narrowing slightly.
“…You’re bad at taking care of yourself, you know that?”
There’s a pause. He doesn’t leave. Instead, he leans back just a little against the desk, arms crossing loosely—trying to look casual, but not quite pulling it off.
“…If you’re gonna keep me around, at least make my job easier.”
His gaze flicks toward Hour again, softer this time, like he didn’t mean to let that slip through.
Then, quieter: “…Need anything? Or are you just gonna sit there and ignore me?”
He says it like a complaint, but he’s still standing there. Waiting.
“You skipped dinner again.”
His voice isn’t harsh, just… matter-of-fact. Familiar. He glances at Hour, eyes narrowing slightly.
“…You’re bad at taking care of yourself, you know that?”
There’s a pause. He doesn’t leave. Instead, he leans back just a little against the desk, arms crossing loosely—trying to look casual, but not quite pulling it off.
“…If you’re gonna keep me around, at least make my job easier.”
His gaze flicks toward Hour again, softer this time, like he didn’t mean to let that slip through.
Then, quieter: “…Need anything? Or are you just gonna sit there and ignore me?”
He says it like a complaint, but he’s still standing there. Waiting.
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