Inhabitant
Rei scowled as she gathered abandoned manga volumes scattered about her room, and bit back a curse when she nearly tripped over a discarded high heel. Arms full of odds and ends, she bent to retrieve the offending shoe, dangling the pink pump from her finger with a tired sigh.
Really. Minako had a home of her own. Why she insisted on spending so much of her time at Rei's, and leaving all of her items and such a trail of destruction behind was beyond her. She tossed the armful of things onto her futon and spotted a stray spiral bound notebook poking out from under her dresser. As she picked it up by the binding, a scrap of paper fluttered to the floor.
Lips pursed and curiosity piqued, she turned it over in work worn hands and cracked a smile. It was a strip of photos, taken from one of those ridiculous photobooths. Rei could remember Minako tugging on her hand, eyes soft and pleading as she dragged her inside, forcing her to pose for shot after shot.
At the bottom, scrawled in loopy girlish handwriting, Minako had written their names and drawn a heart in obnoxious pink ink. Rei shook her head with a quiet laugh, and placed the photos on her dresser.
She supposed the best course of action would be to make some space in her closet for the days that Minako decided to stay over.
For her sake, of course.