Sleeping next to his housemate so closely had been awkward for Len, to say the least. With a groan, he pulled himself up from sleep, and sat up, leaned against the cold wall touching his artificial skin through the loose shirt. He played around with his – or well, Miku's hair – hair, while trying to think things over. So, his final plan had really been to fall asleep together with Mikuo, disguised as his sister, but what then? In the end, he hadn't really thought things over. That, or he simply just forgot his plan while sleeping away quietly against Mikuo's cozy chest, but what did he knew. Something he knew, however, was that it actually was nice. Maybe a bit too nice, perhaps. But, what was he supposed to do now? Looking out the conveniently placed window, he could see the faint glow of sunlight coming through the curtains, and the smell of Teto's wonderful cooking slowly filling the hallways and rooms. Walking down to the steps still disguised as Miku, however, probably wasn't his best bet. The real Miku was probably still in the house, either locked away in her room as usual, or close to getting home, so getting the suit off was his best bet. Making his way out of Mikuo's annoyingly comfortable bed, he snuck out the door and away to his room, and closing the door behind him. If they had heard him, he didn't exactly care much. Mikuo would probably just assume that his sister went and got dressed, and wouldn't look into it. Getting the suit off, he stretched his real self before dressing himself. As soon as he was finished, he went down the steps, and into the kitchen, being greeted by Mikuo's attention as he closed in on the dinner table. When his bum landed unto the chair next to Mikuo, Teto herself placed down a giant plate covered in so much food she could probably feed two or three smaller villages, before sitting down in front of them. After some amount of time had passed by eating and plain small-talk, Mikuo suddenly asked out of the blue:
"Teto, do you know by any chance if my sister is home today? I've got something urgent to tell her."
"S-Sorry Mikuo-san, but your sister isn't home. She left really early, too. C-Can't exactly remember why, though!"
It was undoubtedly not exactly nice of him to listen in to other's conversations, but when he heard Mikuo mentioning his sister he couldn't exactly stop himself from becoming curious. The news about her leaving also left him in something of a good mood, meaning he could probably continue his pranks in peace. At least, for a while. Factors like the other inhabitants of the house were still there, due to Miku, Mikuo, Teto and himself not being the only people living in the house. Thing was, at least he didn't really see them that often, apart from their artificial selves staring at him with their empty eye-holes. In context, he realized how creepy it actually did seem. One got used to such things, in the end. As horrifying as that was. In its own odd way. When their meal was closing in on ending, Mikuo was the first to leave; only being there as long as them to talk with Teto. In a way, Len was worried about him: The guy never ate much at all, something he could quite clearly notice when he slept on his side. The ribs poking out of his shirt weren't exactly comforting.
"…Well, thanks for the wonderful food, Teto."
And with that, he left, leaving poor Teto alone at the dinner table. He certainly felt sort of bad, but he needed as much time as he could get to think about his next action. Spinning around in his chair, he looked around in the room supposed to be his, trying to come up with something to follow up his prank on Mikuo. Catching sight of the pair of teal hair, he smirked. Well, maybe he could just redo something, so to say. However, when he thought over it, it didn't feel as… Interesting, in loss of good words to use. Considering the amount of possibilities he had by his side, it easily became like that. Sadly enough.
If Mikuo was supposed to be annoyed or at his sister's absence, he didn't know. On one hand, that meant he wouldn't have his sister around the house. But on the other hand, that meant he couldn't get an answer to his question until she was back, whenever that was. No one had actually heard of when she would be back. It was certainly a very tight spot for him, in a way. But, he thought, perhaps the best to do was to think about something completely else. ANYTHING that his mind could venture on to. As his mind progressed, however, it only seemed like his mind bounced sooner or later back between talking with Teto or Len, the only other occupiers of the house apart from himself. Teto, on one hand, wasn't someone he actually felt he had a reason to talk to, even if she was a very kind soul who cared for her friends and loved ones. But even so, he couldn't come up with a reason why she would have answers to his questions. Speaking with Len was probably a safer bet. Maybe because he felt he had to repair their old bond they used to have, which withered away as he became more and more of a shut-in. Because of that, his sudden and short visit to Lens door was even awkward than it already had been, considering the very much suspicious female moaning coming from behind it. The moaning, however, probably came from some porno Len had gotten hold of, and that was his business. If Len wanted to watch porn, Mikuo had no reason to interfere, or care. Breaking away from his thoughts about Len and pornography, he began thinking about Teto again. At least, what she said very illegibly with a giant loaf of French bread stuffed into her mouth. From what Mikuo remembered, or at least could understand from her odd mumblings and noises, Teto herself had actually seen inhabitants of the house walking about, in the dead of night. The only real examples she gave him, were Miku and Kaito. Now Miku wouldn't surprise Mikuo, considering she barely ever slept at all, but Kaito? Something Kaito never did, was go to sleep early in the morning. What he always did, was go to sleep very early, probably because of suspicion surrounding his belief that people would steal his morning ice-cream if he wasn't fast enough. Why someone (except Kaito) would actually eat ice-cream for breakfast, Mikuo didn't know, but he knew that even the thought was disgusting, even if he himself had a soft spot for ice-cream. And, on the other hand, Kaito was the oldest out of all of them, together with Haku and Luka. Haku, being a nice person in general, most ever just sat down and got herself drunk, while both Kaito and Luka worked hard with their singing to sustain their "family". Truly, every one of them worked hard with their singing for that, but even so. Returning to his original thoughts, trying to clear himself the problem of thinking over conspiracies, he began thinking about Len yet again. It was incredibly doubtful that Len even had the tiniest bit to do with the strange sightings, but what could Mikuo know just like that?