Sorting stuff is boring.

Scratching behind your ears, you look at the time. Your hands instinctively reach up to stifle a yawn. Cooking is more fun, you think as you palm all your stuff. There's two boxes beside you; named with angry writing 'things that I wanna use', 'things I wish I'd use', 'things I don't even need.'

There's a pile of stuff to be sorted. And it's fucking midnight.

Crochets? don't need. Nikon batteries? Need. Buncha Cat fur? What the heck.

Along the lines somewhere, you start humming a tune you wish you'd forget. It's from Some kind of 90's album, you don't know. But if you start humming in middle of shoot - it's gonna be a problem... Though for now, it gives a peace and ignorance from the figure on the couch.

"Hey!"

Asami is still... observing. (His words, not yours.)

How does one even work with people watching - you'd never know. "If you're just gonna sit and stare like a creep, can you please just help me the fuck out? It's..." You try to recall your short vocabulary. You'd call him creepy; but Asami is creepy all the time. "It's getting, well, disturbing."

A smile tells that its exactly the invitation the jerk's been waiting for. He treads up to you, looking at all the junk strewn around his marble floor.

"What is this...?"

"Charity work."

A blink. Two blinks. Three blinks before his eyes widen just that tiny bit. You make a face at him - and before you can yell at his weird face the implication drop your head stone cold. Maybe it's because he grew up a rich, evil kid that never got to interact with the thing called life; or maybe its because he's just a jerk. But Asami... Could it be?

"You know, the thing you should do if you wanna be a normal guy?" He stares, so you try again. "The thing you do when you have too many unnecessary things and wanna give 'em away but also be, uh, you know, kind?"

The same stare.

It's something between surprise and why the fuck would you do even do that? It sends shivers down your neck. Becoming increasingly harder to look at without feeling despair for the whole human race. You don't know what's worse; that Asami doesn't do charity or he doesn't know what charity work is for. (You pick both.)

"Come on you're gonna do it right fucking now." So you pull him towards his closet with all the intention of hunting in his garden of suits.

That night, the sinful 'bachelor' Asami became a little less sinful.