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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matching usernames, cute

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[There's something potentially disturbing about a puppet emerging from the door of what was supposed to be an otherwise empty apartment.

Even worse when it speaks.

Had it been Eijun, they'd definitely be yelling. As Ryousuke has always been the calmer of the Sawamura brothers, he only lifts an eyebrow at the sudden voice, from where he's laying on his back... underneath the dining room table. There's a scattering of screws and a metal bracket left on the table, the beginnings of an odd weekend project.

He doesn't immediately flip over, only cranes his neck a little from the awkward position until he locates the source. That's a familiar voice.]

What's that? [He feigns confusion.] Sounds like someone who shouldn't be here at all.

HANDY SIBLINGS...

[handpuppet]

[The puppet tilt its head.]

Whassat? Someone shouldn't belong here? Not me, maybe the kitty cat here.

[It makes a wacky motion with its hands going in crazy directions, before lunging 'offscreen', there's a yelp coming from a softer voice until the person pretend-drags herself to the door. The puppet has locks of Juri's hair on its mouth.]

I'm caught red handed, Ryo-niisan!

+tire...

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[Alright, now he's rolling over onto his stomach, hand propped under his chin.]

You better let my little sister go, otherwise our mom will have your head.

Speaking of– [Now he's turning to the puppet wielder herself, almost like an afterthought] Does she know about this?

Don't say it like he's the third wheel,,,

[handpuppet]

[The cat puppet makes a cartoon like purr then ceremoniously let go of Juri's hair.]

Mhm, she does.

[She gingerly pulls the puppet away and carefully tucking it to her backpack's front pocket.]

I told her to keep it a surprise, I guess it worked.

i will never forgive you for this

[handstrike]

[Well. Juri certainly seems pleased. He lets out a sigh, although it doesn't seem to be born from genuine exasperation.]

I had a hard time convincing her to let me come to Recolle, now the both of you are here?

[Ryousuke rearranges himself so he can sit up comfortably, tightening one of the screws from underneath the table. This is not the way you to speak to a person - let alone a baby sister - from under the furniture. What the hell is he doing, anyway?]

And how long until she expects you back?

[handpuppet]

[She lets out a giggle, maybe from her brother finally sitting normally or from his remark about her and Eijun being here, maybe it's both. It's very likely both.] I think it's just because you're a good example that she lets us go easily, since there's someone to watch us over. And, [she lets out another giggle] because of that I can stay here forever! [She's... joking right.]

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[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.