The Folklorist Ichinomiya?
Author: LonelyWriter42
Summary: Kantaro wants to be a folklorist, but Haruka and Yoko don't think that he will ever be successful in anything.
Disclaimer: It helps when you can spell the words you are typing and it helps even more to be able to type the words you are trying to spell. That being said, I cannot spell or type, nor do I own Tactics.
"...It's not bad enough that you want to be a folklorist, you want to be a successful folklorist on top of it!" Yoko yelled, chasing Kantaro around the table with a broom. "Stop bemoaning the fact that Hasumi is better than you!"
"Yoko," Kantaro wined, "Please stop."
"He has a job?" Haruka asked dryly.
"Haruka, not you too!" Kantaro sobbed. "I've been a folklorist for longer than you two have lived here. I've been one longer than Hasumi has!"
"He has?" Haruka said.
"So he claims." Yoko rolled her eyes.
"Why are you teaming up on me?" Kantaro cried. "I thought that we were friends!"
"No." Haruka muttered, sipping tea out of his special bowl.
"Friends? Ha! Maybe when you start making enough money to support us!" Yoko yelled, hitting him over the head with her broom.
"Yoko," Kantaro cried, rubbing his head. "But you have a roof over your head and food, sometimes. At least you don't have to sneak around and steal food!"
"Ichinomiya Kantaro, you are the most idiotic person I have ever met!" Yoko cried. "Now go and write an article and make us money!"
"Yes, Yoko." Kantaro sighed as he went over to his desk.
"Sometimes you wonder who is the master and who is the servant." Haruka muttered, standing. "I'm going out."
"Be back for supper," Yoko yelled after him. "How did I end up in this mess?" She sobbed.
A crash was heard from the other room. "It's ok!" Kantaro called. "I just knocked over a pile of books. Wow. There was a lot of dust on them."
"Why me?" Yoko sobbed, picking up her broom and going into the other room to clean up after Kantaro for the fiftieth time that day.