[There is a light, and Tsuzuki finds it mostly by luck: the cord dangling from a ceiling light hits him in the face, and when his flailing hand catches and tugs it, sends a flickering yellow light throughout the room. It's pretty cozy. Tatami, and a little display alcove with a vase in it across from the door. Tsuzuki pads in stocking feet across to the far door, and slides it open. That looks like a bedroom, complete with a closet along the far wall that might even have futons after all.]
Maybe they got my work record? [He laughs, disappearing into the bedroom to wrestle with the closet door. This place is even smaller than the one he rented back home, but if it's really his, it's special anyway. And it's bigger than the house he grew up in.
He wonders if he'll have to pay rent. Wasn't there something about granting prayers? That sounds okay... at least, if he gets to pick the prayers.
The closet door squeaks on its track as he finally tugs it in the right direction to slide open. Sure enough: futons, and it looks like there are some clothes folded up on the lower shelves.]
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[There is a light, and Tsuzuki finds it mostly by luck: the cord dangling from a ceiling light hits him in the face, and when his flailing hand catches and tugs it, sends a flickering yellow light throughout the room. It's pretty cozy. Tatami, and a little display alcove with a vase in it across from the door. Tsuzuki pads in stocking feet across to the far door, and slides it open. That looks like a bedroom, complete with a closet along the far wall that might even have futons after all.]
Maybe they got my work record? [He laughs, disappearing into the bedroom to wrestle with the closet door. This place is even smaller than the one he rented back home, but if it's really his, it's special anyway. And it's bigger than the house he grew up in.
He wonders if he'll have to pay rent. Wasn't there something about granting prayers? That sounds okay... at least, if he gets to pick the prayers.
The closet door squeaks on its track as he finally tugs it in the right direction to slide open. Sure enough: futons, and it looks like there are some clothes folded up on the lower shelves.]
Look! I guess they didn't hear, haha.