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"I cannot believe you're making me help you with your spring cleaning," Motoki grumbled.
"You promised that if I helped you with your homework, you'd help me with this," Mamoru pointed out, his head popping up from behind the couch to observe his best friend as he frowned at the feather duster in his hand. "Besides, it's not like this place is excessively dirty or something."
"Point being?" Motoki asked, still glaring angrily at the feather duster. Mamoru rolled his eyes and bent down to continue checking underneath the couch to insure there was no dust left.
"Ah… what the!" Motoki cried as he stumbled and fell face first on the floor, destroying the feather duster in the process. He glanced back to see what he had tripped on only to spot a pair of Mamoru's shoes. He stood up, leaving a pile of feathers on the floor and several more sticking to his shirt and pants, and bent to retrieve the shoes. "I'm amazed," he said, "you actually left something out of place."
"What?" Mamoru asked, peaking out from behind the recliner now. Motoki didn't respond, but simply held up the shoes. "Oh, right," Mamoru said, retreating back behind the recliner, "I was too tired to worry about them last night. I'll put them in the closet later."
"Why?" Motoki asked. "I can do it," he called over his shoulder as he headed into Mamoru's bedroom.
Mamoru nodded absentmindedly as he worked a piece of lint up out of the carpet. A few seconds later Motoki's words sunk in and his head snapped up quickly. He pushed himself up and sprinted to his bedroom, yelling, "No, Motoki, don't worry about it, I'll put them… in the… closet," he trailed off as he reached the bedroom door and found the blond arcade worker staring at the back of the closet door.
Motoki had dropped the shoes in his shock and slowly turned to face Mamoru. He motioned to the back of the door, where several pictures, as well as crumpled up test papers, movie stubs and a couple of candy wrappers, were taped to the back, all with one thing in common; Tsukino Usagi. "Obsessed much?" he asked.