5th Floor CR, Saturday Night

[withoutverona]

The broom sweeping the floor around Romeo's feet wasn't so bad; it was silent, and no more distracting from his book than a maid at home would have been. (The fact it seemed to be powering itself was a bit distressing, but less so than talking shoes had been.)

But when a container of Lysol started hovering near his coffee-table-propped-feet, he really needed to jump up and protest. "They do not smell bad!" he informed the air, glaring.

It had been a very strange week.

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"You're lucky I don't just drag you off to a supply closet somewhere, after saying something like that!" she laughed. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"I'll see what I can do about Sunday, but Monday for sure." Dōjima grinned over at him, carefully putting a bit more space between them. "You're going to get sick of seeing me around."

[withoutverona]

"The kind who would make me wonder how spacious supply closets in this building are," he teased, but carefully maintained their new physical distance. More seriously, he added, "I don't know how I could become sick of you."