[It's kind of cold and miserable out. Has been since they got back from the ski trip. It's no surprise then, that Kazuya comes down with a cold. Normally it wouldn't be so bad, if it weren't for the fact that he's forced to go through it alone and away from home this year.
It's not for any obscene reason he calls up a maid service. He's sure his parents know that he's responsible. They wouldn't second guess the funds being spent on his card for something like this, though they might still make an occasional amused jab at him. Atsuro would definitely make amused and lecherous jabs at him if he knew, but he doesn't have to.
All he wants is for someone to do a quick tidy up, and to make dinner for the day as he tries to recoup his miserable strength reserves.
So when he answers the door for his apartment, and it's a familiar face staring back at him, in an outfit he knows, but isn't familiar, Kazuya blinks.]
... I think I must be really sick.
[There's no way his friend is wearing a maid outfit in front if him.]
[ He's never actually been to Kazuya's place before. Staying out to sleepover someplace other than the dorm was forbidden, and Paulownia Mall or the strip mall was the usual go-to for the two of them.
Therefore, Minato has little to no clue that he's about to knock on his friend's door. He'd simply been given an address and a brief task description. It's just a request to tidy up a bit and cook a simple soup. Even Minato was capable of that much. ]
...oh.
[ He glances down at the piece of paper with an address scribbled on it and -- yes, it seems this is the correct place.
Well, a job's a job, so Minato stands a little straighter, picking up the tote bag of cleaning supplies off the floor and slinging its handle over one shoulder. ]
It's okay. I'll take good care of you.
[ And if he's committing to the bit... ]
Just sit back and relax, Master. I'll handle everything.
[ "I'll take good care of you," says Minato, in a maid outfit at his front door. "Sit back and relax, Master," Minato tacks on, as if he seriously needs to play the bit for his outfit.
He knows the other guy is constantly working part time jobs, but seriously? Will he take anything? How bad are his finances, anyway? He lives in a dorm, doesn't he?
Kazuya stays still, blocking Minato's entrance into his home, and blinks at him in stunned silence. ]
... Sure. Why not?
[ Fuck it. If he's going to be miserable anyway, and if the guy needs money badly enough to play dress up...
Kazuya shrugs, slinking back into his apartment, falling onto his couch miserably. His arm falls over his eyes, as he does, and he calls out: ]
I have everything you need already, if you wanna save supplies.
[ His apartment isn't big, but it's not entirely small either. That being said... other than some stray laundry, everything really is kept tidy. Maybe some dusting and organization at worst? ]
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part-time worker maidnato
puts him IN MY MOUTH
It's not for any obscene reason he calls up a maid service. He's sure his parents know that he's responsible. They wouldn't second guess the funds being spent on his card for something like this, though they might still make an occasional amused jab at him. Atsuro would definitely make amused and lecherous jabs at him if he knew, but he doesn't have to.
All he wants is for someone to do a quick tidy up, and to make dinner for the day as he tries to recoup his miserable strength reserves.
So when he answers the door for his apartment, and it's a familiar face staring back at him, in an outfit he knows, but isn't familiar, Kazuya blinks.]
... I think I must be really sick.
[There's no way his friend is wearing a maid outfit in front if him.]
blinks and 12 days went by
Therefore, Minato has little to no clue that he's about to knock on his friend's door. He'd simply been given an address and a brief task description. It's just a request to tidy up a bit and cook a simple soup. Even Minato was capable of that much. ]
...oh.
[ He glances down at the piece of paper with an address scribbled on it and -- yes, it seems this is the correct place.
Well, a job's a job, so Minato stands a little straighter, picking up the tote bag of cleaning supplies off the floor and slinging its handle over one shoulder. ]
It's okay. I'll take good care of you.
[ And if he's committing to the bit... ]
Just sit back and relax, Master. I'll handle everything.
waiting like hachiko...
He knows the other guy is constantly working part time jobs, but seriously? Will he take anything? How bad are his finances, anyway? He lives in a dorm, doesn't he?
Kazuya stays still, blocking Minato's entrance into his home, and blinks at him in stunned silence. ]
... Sure. Why not?
[ Fuck it. If he's going to be miserable anyway, and if the guy needs money badly enough to play dress up...
Kazuya shrugs, slinking back into his apartment, falling onto his couch miserably. His arm falls over his eyes, as he does, and he calls out: ]
I have everything you need already, if you wanna save supplies.
[ His apartment isn't big, but it's not entirely small either. That being said... other than some stray laundry, everything really is kept tidy. Maybe some dusting and organization at worst? ]