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RD: On the Ceiling
In one of the deep recesses of the Marui household, particularly through the front door, up the stairs, to the left then turn left again, there is a door. Going through that door, the first thing one sees is the bed littered with many silly things like schoolwork, dirty clothes and empty packets of gum. One would think that the person inhabiting that space never cleans up at all. He does occasionally, though.
"Approximately ten times a year," Yanagi stated.
". . . Shut up, you."
Astoundingly, after one stares at the chaos that is the bed a little too long, one would notice that the trash on top went like a trail. From the bed, pieces of paper and other stuff lead to the study table where books lay open and ink decorates table surface randomly. A colourful yet forgotten sock is dangling from the edge, and there, one would find numerous pencils and foil on the way to the closet.
Beside that door, a ladder is leaning against the wall conspicuously, and one wonders what it was—or is being—used for.
In this time, one would decide to examine the ceiling. Looking up, one would see various papers tacked onto the wood. The sheets are all filled with crayon drawings, exempting those with markers. All of them are from his boyfriend.
Niou chose this time to butt in. "Why'd you put them on the ceiling? Darts practice?"
"WHO THE FUCK WOULD THROW DARTS AT THE CEILING?"
"Hell, I dunno. You?"
Sanada told the both of them to run laps.
"But I'm not done yet!" Marui cried. "At least let me finish first!"
One would ask what those papers were doing on the ceiling. At least, one thinks, the drawings are not on the door of the refrigerator. In that case, not only would it be messier—'cos the amount of drawings exceeds the surface area—but, also, it would make the owner of the room feel more like his boyfriend's parent than his boyfriend's… well, boyfriend.
He already feels like a parent as it is, since, the moment he and his significant other got together, Jackal chose to abandon the babysitter position.
"What?" Jackal asked defensively. "I don't exactly appreciate watching you two make out every few minutes."
Marui glared back just as defensively. "We don't make out every few minutes!"
"Right. You make out every few seconds, which is just as bad."
Yukimura chuckled.
Again, one wonders what the drawings are doing on the ceiling, but stops upon an accidental glance at the bed. Then, one starts to look forth and back between the two, and the answer forms in one's mind. After a minute of organization, one realizes that. . .
"You want to see them before going to sleep and when you wake up," Yukimura guessed with a smile.
Marui looked down, blushing. ". . . Yeah."
"Are you done with your story?" Sanada asked.
". . . Yeah?"
"Then go run your laps."
"AW, C'MON!"
