The Fujibayashi Residence at Dusk May 24, 2011 20:10:27 GMT -6
Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on May 24, 2011 20:10:27 GMT -6
OC: It's open if you could find a good reason just what your character is doing at the Fujibayashis. That'll be no problem for oneechan~
"I'm home..." she announced, in a low voice.
She closed the door gingerly. She was early. No cleaning duty, no representative duty, no fortune-telling... just what were the chances? She kicked off her outdoor shoes, placing them neatly by the mat. It seemed like she was the first one to arrive here... or perhaps they simply hadn't heard her.
Grandmother would probably be in her room. Botan would be probably sleeping at some corner of the house, unless she had escaped again to see her older sister. Kyou-oneechan... she probably was busy, either meeting with Otomo-san (maybe she could pry from her just what had happened later), or discussing with Sakagami-san and Kichiro-kun about Fuuko-chan.
She hadn't been able to know much about the discussion about their latest resident, their determined sculptor. She'd only been informed about how they were going to investigate just who Fuuko's sister was, and the rumors that she wasn't Fuuko, since Ibuki Fuuko was supposedly confined in the hospital. She... wasn't sure how she was supposed to handle all these, but...
...for now, there was Fuuko. She was the one who Ryou didn't have much of an idea... about where she was right now, at least. She seemed to come and go like the wind. She wondered if she was already here at home, where they were letting her stay for a while. Or maybe she was still at school, distributing her creations.
She flitted towards and through the living room. She breathed in and then out; it had been a tiring, but fulfilling day. She noted the wooden shavings that were left on the floor; she would probably have to sweep them off later, again... maybe she should tell Fuuko-chan about cleaning up after herself. The little things first... the mysteries can wait a little later.
She had a feeling of foreboding... for some reason, she didn't want those mysteries solved.
She hung her bag neatly in a stand, and made her way to the stairs. She had to go to her bedroom for a change of clothes...