The blowing wind and falling rain

[handpuppet]

[Summer is officially over as Fall quickly sweeps in with its colder air and leaves falling off the branch. Normally, it's around the time when the school term starts and even weekends feel a little more bound than during a long school break.

So a certain someone shouldn't really be in Recolle even if it is the weekend, and a certain someone shouldn't have the duplicate keys to her brothers' apartment. The culprit in question quietly enters the apartment and walks in the halls without making sound as much as possible. She stays still so she can hear the nearest rustling noises. When she's certain, her old sock puppet -which she should be too old to even carry around at this point- peeks out of the door frame.

She has her voice nasally as she says;]

Meow! Un-fur-tunately I have to stop you there mister, playing around the furniture isn't as much of a ball as a ball of yarn.

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[handstrike]

[If I played a dumb comical character, this is where they’d smack their head on the table.

Ryousuke, unfortunately, is not that clumsy. He finishes fiddling with whatever he's doing, and gets up to cross the small distance between himself and Juri.

And then– he flicks her in the forehead.]

The landlady will kick you both out before then.

[Even so, his smile is a gentle one, mostly reserved for a few.]

Since you're here, why don't you help me with this?

[handpuppet]

[She flinches in surprise, but she's no worse for wear.] But if that happens, you'll protect us right? [As she says this she walks over to pick up stray parts and examines the manual near it.]

[handstrike]

From the old lady who lives downstairs? Sure.

[He laughs, short and soft, mouth curling at the edges.]

See that net? The other end needs to be attached.