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Miharu sniffed. Something in her room stank, but looking around she couldn't see anything. The floor was a nice clean blue. Her walls still retained their golden-orange. No fly poopies or anything. She peeked under her bed. Nope, no sneakers. She sniffed her hand.
Ack! It was her. She smelled like a dumpster. It hadn't been that long since she had a shower, was it? Perhaps it was.
She grabbed her housecoat and padded to the bathroom. She slept naked, and she didn't see the point in getting dressed to just take it all off again.
Her hand rested under the tap as she turned on the cold water, and then the hot water with her other hand. When the water was right, she slipped in. Water felt good, man!
"Miharu!" Xiaoyu whined from outside the door. "I need to crap!"
Miharu opened an eye, then closed it again. Xiaoyu would have to wait. Miharu was in the shower, and she was staying in the shower until she was clean. Until something took hold of her wrist, yanked her out and into the arms of a person.
"Er...hi," Jin said akwardly.
"Jin? XIAOYU!" Miharu turned red. In a mad dash, Miharu made it bak to her room and was thankful Jin was a gentleman.