Fushimi awoke with a start. Sitting straight up and gasping for hair his eyes shot across the room looking for the annoying creature making these Annoying noises that woke up him. Looking around his eyes settled upon Waddles. Ah yes, Waddles. The duck he had mistakenly decided to take home yesterday. Waddles was sitting right next to wear Fushimi's head was, quacking and quacking for no reason in particular. Fushimi went up to rub his eyes only to realize his glasses were missing. He had mistakenly fallen asleep last night with them on, while grabbing a pillow and blanket for...Yata. Where was Yata? Fushimi stood up, all wobbly and sore from sleeping on the floor, no matter how soft the carpet might be. Waddles continued quacking and pecking Fushimi's glasses.

'Oh, so that's where my glasses went...'

Fushimi stood for a while, just standing and observing his apartment. To the left was a small kitchen, nothing too spectacular, just a stove top with an oven, one fridge, and an island with two chairs for eating. To his right was an entertainment center complete with a small couch, and finally in front of him was a large hallway with one door in the very back and two on the left, with one on the right. The room in the very back was his, one room on the left was a guest room, the one next to the guest room was large bathroom and the one room on the right was just a storage room.

Carefully stepping over Waddles, still pecking at his glasses, Fushimi made his way to the kitchen only to find a note sitting on the island. A quick note was written on it, obviously Yata's hand writing given the hideous pen-man ship.

'Woke up and waddles had your glasses. Took a picture. I went to meet up with everyone else, see you around Monkey. - Yata.'

With a sigh Fushimi decided he'd eventually get Yata back for taking such a picture of him and Waddles, and also came to the conclusion that perhaps Waddles was attempting to eat his glasses, because he was hungry.

"...What do ducks eat? I can't...I can't give him meat that's just wrong, lettuce maybe? How much should I give him?"

These thoughts started making their way through Fushimi's head as Waddles got up and made his way toward the man, leaning against the island deep in thought. Nibbling on Fushimi's shoe, Waddles made his presence known as he quacked so loud that Fushimi jumped about a foot in the air, before returning the outburst from the duckling with a sinister glare.

Fushimi opened his refrigerator and grabbed some lettuce and bread. He threw the lettuce on the ground in front of the duck and threw the toast in the toaster, then made his way to the back of the apartment to shower and get ready for the day.

Waddles ate the lettuce, the whole thing, and looked about curiously. No...This wasn't the park anymore, obviously, this place didn't have a pond that he knew of. How was he supposed to get clean? Waddling to the back of the house, the same direction his mother had gone, he stopped in front of a door that was left slightly ajar. Moving through the crack in the door he realized, My god! There has a pond in this place!

Quickly waddling and half stumbling Waddles made his way to where Fushimi was showering. The steam was so thick Fushimi didn't even notice when the small duck had simply climbed in to shower with him. Reaching for a sponge to finish washing up he mistakenly dropped it on the floor. With a 'tch' of his tongue he reached down to grab it, stumbling around with his hand for a while before closing it around something that felt like a sponge. He applied soap to his 'sponge' and was continuing his shower when, his sponge squeaked. Fushimi's face fell as he looked down to realize he had picked up Waddles and was rubbing a duck all over his chest and...what not.

Angrily he stepped out of the shower into the brisk cool air and, still naked, walked over to his kitchen to set the duck down on the island. Halfway to the kitchen he heard the familiar sound of someone knocking loudly on the door and then declaring that they were going to enter.

"SARU I'M COMING IN IF YOU'RE STILL SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR WITH THAT DU-"

Yata stopped. What he saw before him really was picture worthy. In front of him was a naked Fushimi, with a look of pure hatred and embarrassment, holding poor Waddles over himself to shield areas Yata never expected to see.