Domestic Despair
Chapter 2.
Let's see what we can do here.
Nagito awoke early in the morning as the sun poured in through the windows, which Junko uncovered shortly after her prisoners escaped her failed Killing Game. He stared at the windows for a moment, the scenery would have been more welcomed if his current situation had been different.
Finally, he dragged himself out of bed, trudging his way to the cafeteria, wherehe found Junko, still in her night clothes, hair undone, already eating breakfast.
"Morning." the disheveled blond mumbled with a mouthful of waffle.
Her white-haired housemate responded with a feeble hand wave as he made for the kitchen, only to stop in his tracks.
"What the hell?." he groaned.
On the counter he found that Junko had made a gratuitous mess of the waffle iron and surrounding area.
"Oh, well, it didn't want to cooperate with me at first," Junko explained, "I wrestled with it for nearly fifteen minutes before I realized it wasn't plugged in."
Her male house mate looked on in disbelief.
"I'll clean it up later," the blond huffed, "no point jumping on it right away, we're the only ones here."
Nagito rolled his eyes and went to the fridge, however, upon opening it he saw that one of the cartons of milk left wide open. He grabbed it and sighed aloud as he found that the amount left in the carton was barely enough for half a glass.
He looked at Junko again.
"What?" she mumbled.
Nagito shook the milk carton with an exasperated look on his face.
"Hey," she voiced, "waste not want not."
White-haired male did not say anything else, he shook his head and simply drank what remained of the carton's contents from the open top.
"Also, we're out of instant waffle batter." Junko noted.
"Write it down, because, you're the one who's going shopping next time." Nagito replied flatly.
"Oh, disguising myself is a chore, though." she whined.
"Tough shit," her house mate retorted, "it ain't any easier for me."
"It's not that much harder for you," Junko argued, "at least I was nice enough to find a new jacket for you and lend you a pair of my sunglasses."
"You were a model," Nagito voiced, "it can't be that hard for you to put a different look together."
"Technically it's not," the blond expressed, "but, due to the situation at hand my beauty supply is...dwindling."
"Then forgo the cosmetics." her male house mater responded.
Junko stared at him dubiously.
"Hey," she said dryly, "I didn't say my supply was depleted, don't get ahead of me."
If it was not obvious already, I can just imagine that Junko would be the WORST roommate ever.
