A/N: Hi, everyone! This is the fourth entry Yata-chan has so far. Do you think he's 'improving' by the way Totsuka had predicted? How about reviewing and enjoying the short log? Have a nice day!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN K (ANIME & MANGA) AND ITS CHARACTERS.
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Kusanagi-san dragged Kamamoto, Shouhei, and me into his cleaning spree again. Tch. He's such a neat freak over his bar— as if the building ever gets dirty. Each time I enter Homura, all I see is Kusanagi-san polishing his wooden bar counter. The hell is that thing so important to him? It's not some kind of sacred alter, right?
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It took the four of us three hours to dust the windows, rearrange he furniture, and wipe the grounds... of the first floor. Hell. If Kamamoto didn't pig around, then one hour would be more than enough to finish the chores. He was so damn slow in moving those stools and cabinets that Shouhei had to stop wiping the glassware and assist him— what a sloth. And you know? It was so early in the morning! Of all the things that could happen...? Shit.
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I thought that sleeping in Homura last night could be stress-relieving— I ran out of batteries— but what happened instead? I get to be a maid for the day. Huh. It wasn't like I didn't want to help out, but I still had other business to attend to. Obviously, Kusanagi-san didn't budge; I ended up being scolded again.
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Hmph. I had no plan on staying there though; when it was time to wax the floor, I volunteered to buy the stupid polisher. I need to feel my skateboard against my feet and the familiar pavement I take my causal strolls on. I can't just stay still in one place for too long— it makes me restless...
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The rest that happened? Hmm. Maybe later...
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