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Yuki was not the shopping kind.
Before he had always done his grocery shopping online, no mess, no fuss, no personal interaction.
Just the way he liked it.
After? Well food and stuff just appeared in the fridge. He was now forced to accept that maybe Shuichi had been doing the shopping since Shuichi wasn't here and it had magically stopped.
Brilliant deduction.
This wasn't a problem in itself. This is what take-out was for. No the problem wasn't food, it was amenities. Yuki was out of the most fundamental of human needs.
Toilet paper.
Unfortunately the reason Shuichi wasn't here was because Yuki had thrown him out (again) after Shuichi tried to explain just how Ryuichi had blocked the toilet by accidentally flushing Kumagarou (naturally despite Shuichi's continued protestations it was not a Kumagarou sized Jacuzzi).
This was . . . almost understandable. Almost . . . and only then because Yuki had met Ryuichi before. Well the plumber had been able to recover the sodden pink fluff ball, which much to Yuki's disgust had a tearful reunion with its owner and Shuichi both, which involved way too much hugging and kissing considering it had just been in said toilet.
. . . . And an awfully suspicious amount of whispering with the plumber, looks down the toilet and sidelong glances at himself.
"Ano . . . Yuki?" Muttered Shuichi biting his lip cutely . . . before bursting into tears. At which point Yuki threw both -ichi's out and got the whole story from the plumber.
Well. Of course Kumagarou would need Yuki's mobile . . . so he could call if he got lonely. Twitch. And Yuki's sunglasses. Door keys. Toothbrush. Soap. Enough toilet paper to deforest the better part of Brazil . . . and Yuki's credit card, just in case they had a 24 hr 7-11 down there and Kuma was hungry.
Which ultimately led to his current state of Shuichi-less-ness and penchant for paying in cash.
Now - the pink fluffy, or the one-ply home brand?
Exorbitantly expensive - wasteful - clashed horribly with the décor - but he wasn't supposed to be thinking about Shuichi . . . toilet paper was a serious business dammit! Contemptuously he tossed the pink paper in the cart on the grounds it had been closer than the other brand.
. . . In the cart with the pink toothbrush, pink soap, pink shampoo . . . there was definitely a pattern forming here . . . which should have been obvious even to Yuki as he started scanning the beer to see if any came in pink cans.
Maybe he'd give Shu a call . . . . And if Shuichi begged Yuki to forgive him . . . well . . . maybe this once - he was after all the gracious, mature one in this relationship.
Except he didn't have his phone. Scowl. Brat.
How was he supposed to get Shuichi to apologize if he couldn't call him?!??!
Surely not something as uncivilized as visiting him in person?
Absolutely not! . . . That was more of a last resort thing. For when he'd really really realllllly done something bad and Shuichi would be too shocked that he actually came in person to remember that he never wanted to see Yuki again.
No. Yuki felt entirely justified in throwing Shu out this time.
So why did he feel like he was the one being punished here?
Trudging over to the checkout, he had his purchases put through by some woman that was seriously freaking him out with the looks she was giving him before breaking into a sweat at the 6 others that had gotten too close for comfort while he was musing. He knew from experience those innocent looking women who appeared too demure to even make eye contact could turn into a pack of ravening beasts in the blink of an eye if he showed a single moment of weakness - and frankly he wasn't in the mood for a good mauling.
Unless, of course, it was in the privacy of his own home with a certain pink hared baka.
Resolutely he made his way home (he wasn't quite desperate enough yet to use a public phone to call) determined to wait out the 24 hours before calling Hiro (after which Shu could be officially declared missing and stuff, so it'd only be natural to call to check, right?).
22 Hours 38 Minutes Remaining
Yuki was not the shopping kind.
Before he had always done his grocery shopping online, no mess, no fuss, no personal interaction.
Just the way he liked it.
After? Well food and stuff just appeared in the fridge. He was now forced to accept that maybe Shuichi had been doing the shopping since Shuichi wasn't here and it had magically stopped.
Brilliant deduction.
This wasn't a problem in itself. This is what take-out was for. No the problem wasn't food, it was amenities. Yuki was out of the most fundamental of human needs.
Toilet paper.
Unfortunately the reason Shuichi wasn't here was because Yuki had thrown him out (again) after Shuichi tried to explain just how Ryuichi had blocked the toilet by accidentally flushing Kumagarou (naturally despite Shuichi's continued protestations it was not a Kumagarou sized Jacuzzi).
This was . . . almost understandable. Almost . . . and only then because Yuki had met Ryuichi before. Well the plumber had been able to recover the sodden pink fluff ball, which much to Yuki's disgust had a tearful reunion with its owner and Shuichi both, which involved way too much hugging and kissing considering it had just been in said toilet.
. . . . And an awfully suspicious amount of whispering with the plumber, looks down the toilet and sidelong glances at himself.
"Ano . . . Yuki?" Muttered Shuichi biting his lip cutely . . . before bursting into tears. At which point Yuki threw both -ichi's out and got the whole story from the plumber.
Well. Of course Kumagarou would need Yuki's mobile . . . so he could call if he got lonely. Twitch. And Yuki's sunglasses. Door keys. Toothbrush. Soap. Enough toilet paper to deforest the better part of Brazil . . . and Yuki's credit card, just in case they had a 24 hr 7-11 down there and Kuma was hungry.
Which ultimately led to his current state of Shuichi-less-ness and penchant for paying in cash.
Now - the pink fluffy, or the one-ply home brand?
Exorbitantly expensive - wasteful - clashed horribly with the décor - but he wasn't supposed to be thinking about Shuichi . . . toilet paper was a serious business dammit! Contemptuously he tossed the pink paper in the cart on the grounds it had been closer than the other brand.
. . . In the cart with the pink toothbrush, pink soap, pink shampoo . . . there was definitely a pattern forming here . . . which should have been obvious even to Yuki as he started scanning the beer to see if any came in pink cans.
Maybe he'd give Shu a call . . . . And if Shuichi begged Yuki to forgive him . . . well . . . maybe this once - he was after all the gracious, mature one in this relationship.
Except he didn't have his phone. Scowl. Brat.
How was he supposed to get Shuichi to apologize if he couldn't call him?!??!
Surely not something as uncivilized as visiting him in person?
Absolutely not! . . . That was more of a last resort thing. For when he'd really really realllllly done something bad and Shuichi would be too shocked that he actually came in person to remember that he never wanted to see Yuki again.
No. Yuki felt entirely justified in throwing Shu out this time.
So why did he feel like he was the one being punished here?
Trudging over to the checkout, he had his purchases put through by some woman that was seriously freaking him out with the looks she was giving him before breaking into a sweat at the 6 others that had gotten too close for comfort while he was musing. He knew from experience those innocent looking women who appeared too demure to even make eye contact could turn into a pack of ravening beasts in the blink of an eye if he showed a single moment of weakness - and frankly he wasn't in the mood for a good mauling.
Unless, of course, it was in the privacy of his own home with a certain pink hared baka.
Resolutely he made his way home (he wasn't quite desperate enough yet to use a public phone to call) determined to wait out the 24 hours before calling Hiro (after which Shu could be officially declared missing and stuff, so it'd only be natural to call to check, right?).
22 Hours 38 Minutes Remaining