Whistle While You Work

[essucasa]

(Mikasa isn't the easiest person to approach; that's intentional on her part. Still, she found herself spending more time with the "Kamen Rider" since their first encounter, at first to keep an eye on him, but eventually seeing him as another partner she can rely on. Maybe even someone she can trust...but apparently, that trust doesn't include letting him take good care of himself. At first, she didn't take him seriously when he mentioned practically living off of instant noodles. Apparently, he wasn't joking. The ninja warned him that if that didn't change, she'd take matters into her own hands.

Apparently, she wasn't joking.

No seriously. There's a knock on the door and not only is Mikasa there and looking ready for a long day's work, but she has several bags worth of cleaning supplies. Cleaning detergents, garbage bags, scrub brushes...she didn't know what to expect and prepared for everything that came to mind. She didn't have enough room to bring any food, but she wouldn't wanna risk any fresh food getting contaminated with whatever may be living underneath his fridge.

Mikasa hopes that his home isn't that bad, but she can't be sure.)

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[purreptitious]

[The private bubble of Yuki'to's life was given a quiet, subtle pop. The sun was up and well on its way to its apex, but he was still soundly sleeping in his futon all wrapped up and cozy. He was no gentleman of the day on most days, choosing to not only conduct business at night, but get most of his shadow-busting done in the early hours.

His eyes opened a crack, bleary despite the stark blue and green of them, and he briefly wondered if the knock was for a neighbor. Who'd knock at this horrible diurnal hour? -- uh oh. Most people did. So that could be anyone.

He sat up and immediately brought a hand to his temple to fight the screaming headache that washed over his skull, a protest for lack of sleep. But he forced himself upright, forced a shirt on himself, and stumbled to the door. Hopefully it was a delivery guy for the milk- he wasn't a savage- or it was the package he wanted with the brand new hard drive to replace the dusty, long-dead pile of them that littered his kitchen counter.

Instead it was the icy stare of .. o-oh.]

Morning...?

[He squinted, then looked up at the sky. Curse the horrible sun.]

Morning, right? Wh'time's it...?

[essucasa]

Nearly 2PM.

(With the door open, Mikasa takes a quick glance at the apartment behind him and...hmm. Yeah, it's what she expected. A man cave. A poorly kept one, at that. Her eyes return to Yuki'to.)

Fortunately, this isn't about adjusting your sleep schedule. (A beat) You do remember what we planned for today, don't you?

(Hint: that's not chips and dip in those bags.)

[purreptitious]

[Bless him, he at least kept the floor mostly clear of clutter. ...Mostly. His equipment took up a great deal of space, from speakers to computers to headphones to keyboard to god knows what else he thought he might need to perform on any given night if not compose. The fact of the matter was that it was abundantly clear that he focused more on work and less on making this place one to live in.

Electronics took up the tables. The couch. The counters. The top of the fridge had a box labeled 'dead cables', and one wouldn't be surprised to see many instant meals shoved into that refrigerator whose face was covered in promotional posters for various clubs and music festivals.]

Plan- ... Plan...!

[He checked his wrist, found there was no watch on it, and scrambled for his phone. He clicked it on. Shit, there's the notif... he slept through the fucking thing.]

Right, that's today. It came up so fast, I'm sorry! Uh, come... come in...

[He stepped aside, then went to look for his pants. Sheesh...]

[essucasa]

(Mikasa's starting to think he may actually sleep atop all of these electronics. Good lord, how does he live like this? Her expression doesn't convey her shock a raised eyebrow, but this is...more or less what was expected. Clutter isn't too difficult an issue to deal with.

Of course, there's also what lies underneath all of that clutter.

The first thing she does when she's invited in is make some room on the countertops to empty those bags. Some electronics are moved to the side to make way for cleaning products, scrub brushes and pads, thick rubber gloves, masks, air fresheners and garbage bags. Plenty of garbage bags. Setting down those boxes has her eyeing the box of dead cables in particular.)

Is all of this equipment really necessary?

[purreptitious]

[He hopped on one foot, then the other as he found his pants and tugged them on.]

Of course it is! It's my work, pays the rent. You've got no idea how much equipment likes to break down after the right amount of stress. Sound equipment's almost kinda not supposed to put up with all the stuff we do to it during concerts and shows. But you know how fans are if the music's not loud enough to rattle the bones.

Then summer got a bit hot and humid... not good for electronics.

[He blushed.] Look, I'm not a hobo, okay? It's a mess but it's- it's an organized mess...!