Scene - Shizuku accepts the Freedom Fighters' invitation of residence, and the gang goes to see her new room.
"Holy hell, Pops! What are you keeping up here?!" cried Kaito. He looked around the dusty, box-filled room with awe, a flashlight in hand as the other Akiba Freedom Fighters slowly trickled into the upstairs room.
"Woah! This place is a mess!" exclaimed Tohko, "How on earth are you expecting anyone to live up here?!"
Pops' figure fumbled around in the darkness, groping along the wall before his fingers found purchase in the form of a light switch. "S'not so bad once you give the place a good one over," he replied. Above them, a single, dim lightbulb sparked to life, casting a depressing shadow over the squalor of boxes. "Huh. That was supposed to turn on at least three other lights around here..."
"I'm fairly certain this place would break several housing safety laws and regulations if you were to ever actually rent this room out to someone," remarked Yuto, wisely sidestepping what looked to be a dead rat plopped directly in the middle of the floor.
"Well, at least we finally found something about MOGRA that's worse than the food," said Kaito.
"Yeah, yeah, I agree it needs some touching up, but the room is fine," defended Pops, "What do you think, Shizuku?"
"...It's very… secure," replied Shizuku uncertainly, noting the lack of windows.
"That's true," mused Nanashi curiously, "If there aren't any windows, then you could totally walk around naked without having to worry about spontaneously combusting." Shizuku blushed as Tohko swatted him with a fist, eliciting a yelp from the protagonist.
"What's in all these boxes anyway?" wondered Kaito aloud, running a finger along a closed cardboard flap.
Pops chuckled. "Oh, those things? They're just priceless relics from an old man's life." ("Priceless is right," muttered Kaito) "I've got a lot of stuff stored away up here. Feel free to use whatever you can find to tidy up the place," he said over his shoulder as he started down the narrow stairwell to the main area of the bar.
"Wait, you're just leaving?!" exclaimed Nanashi, "You're not going to help?"
"You know me, I'm old! But you kids are young and strong. What's a little cleaning to a bunch of determined young adults?" he said with a dismissive wave over his shoulder. "Besides," he muttered to himself, "Gotta make sure Kati's got a good handle on the front…"
"And this is the guy who encourages hard work?" deadpanned Nanashi.
"Oh-would-you-look-at-the-time-we-gotta-head-out-for-patrol-have-a-nice-night-see-ya!" shouted Kaito with a single breath as he dragged his brother downstairs to escape hard labor.
The remaining three Freedom Fighters blinked stupidly, the clambering footfalls of the Tachibana brothers fading, as did Yuto's complaints about being manhandled. Nanashi turned to Tohko. "You won't leave us… right?" Nanashi curled his lip and tried his best to look pathetic while begging. He succeeded admirably, though whether or not that was a good thing…
The brunette cyclist sighed. "Yeah, I'll stay and help fix up this place."
"Yay! Thank you Toh-chan!" cheered Nanashi.
"Thank you, Tohko," said Shizuku with a smile.