[ a part of him was tempted to leave the mess on the table and walk out, but — he knew they shouldn't burden megumi with their own filth. with a sigh, he gestures for akira to give him a minute, in which yuuji was quick to clean up their used plates and glasses, rinsing them with soap before drying them. he gives the surface of the table a swift sweep, and ... ta-da! it's done!
it takes them another few minutes to leave the apartment; sneak through any prying eyes, then manage to reach the rooftop. while the building itself seemed like it was barely holding itself together— the view up here can almost make up for the shitty interior.
they're alone and out in the open space. yuuji threw his hands up, grinning. ]
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it takes them another few minutes to leave the apartment; sneak through any prying eyes, then manage to reach the rooftop. while the building itself seemed like it was barely holding itself together— the view up here can almost make up for the shitty interior.
they're alone and out in the open space. yuuji threw his hands up, grinning. ]
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