The air was... tense.

It was a common occurrence in the Sohma Estate, at least, for the few accursed children of the bloodline. So secretive in nature, shrouded from the outside and rightly so. Who could ever learn to adapt to this type of family, when even the members it held couldn't co-operate? These were the thoughts of a particular lad, doused in water from a bucket perched oh so expertly on a door-frame. Sliding doors were a blessing, but general household doors? Ripe for the picking. Lao had been welcomed with an ice cold downpour of water, and now, he sat upon his knees in a puddle of water, waiting for the one who made all their lives a misery. Auburn hair was flattered against his head from the moisture, droplets fell down from the strands. Ordinarily, one would just jaunt home and replace their grey sweat-suits for something a little more on the dry side... but then, that would mean he had to risk being late for their so called God.

Lao prayed that today, Masumi would see it a lesser insult for him to be soaked to the bone than late. A dark, almost animal like glare pointedly found its way beside him. Into the eyes of someone who really... didn't give a toss. Reptilian were the apathetic orbs that stared back, with the audacity for their owner to point to himself and tilt his brunette noggin in a silent question. Surely he wasn't being blamed for this! "Heavy showers at your house, Lao?" Silently versed, and likely, secretly rehearsed by the tanned trouble maker. Not a moment of mirth snuck by his lips, any and all amusement was tucked inside somewhere. "Pretty dry over at my place-- except for a shower this morning." Jin continued with the shrug of his shoulders, sassy was his middle name today, how would Masumi take to one soaking wet Zodia--

"Jin, ya lil SHIT! Dude, look at me here!" A disbelieving laugh bellowed from the doorway, their monkey had arrived-- equally soaked and in little more than shorts and an ochre hooded jumper. Mikio found humour in it atleast, slumping to the side of the room while he attempted to ring out the remains of his hoodie-dampness. "Ya tryin' ta get me inta trouble with Masumi. I'mma tell him ya did this. Shouldn't surprise him none." Mikio wiggled his eyebrows from his side of the room, while Jin merely shuffled around on his knees for a more comfortable position. There was a high chance of heavy showers around the estate. He'd left a few choice buckets for their Bunny-bun and Tiger-cat, two buckets at the one abode. The lengths he went to, making sure everyone got a shower in the morning. Oh, and one for their mutt, too. Such a kind soul. 

"You've set me up. I'm the only one who didn't get a bucket-- how could you?" A hand braced to Jin's chest. A faux pained pose, but his face was neither here nor there in emotion. "I'll tell Masumi that you've framed me." 

"Like Hell I have...! Ya a nuisance ta me. Oh, which of us is gon' tell Masumi that Yuko ain't comin'?"

...The room went rather silent there after. Only the sound of a door sliding, and a fortunately dry zodiac's appearance. A fair lad, as all the Zodiacs were cursed to be, with the same reddened hair as his sister, but eyes a much more harsh green. Fuyuki wore a kimono, a red one, a woven gift that he only sparingly wore. His cheeks had gained a reddened tint, along with a sore head-- He had been under the weather for a few days now, and news of a gathering had done a number on his mood. "I'll be the one to tell him." Despite his temporary sickness, the rooster seemed composed. Settled onto his kneeling position, the resounding question was asked.

"Why are you two soaked?"

Two fingers pointed to Jin-- and Jin's pointed to Miki.

"He's the one you want."

Sure Jin, sure.