The rest of the drive home had been rather uneventful. Both Nami and then Yuki had attempted to engage Moku in a conversation, the first attempting to gauge the girl‘s current state of mind. But she had nearly mumbled one word answers, Avoiding looking at either of them by staring at her hands, and they quickly gave up, giving one another a worried look before lapsing into silence. The only other conversation that had occurred before they returned home had been win Nami called a local restaurant and placed an order for them to pick up in time for dinner. Yuki had frowned a little at this, but he wasn’t going to volunteer to make dinner. Neither of them were very good cooks...

Before dinner, Nami had suggested that she show Moku where she would be staying, just in case the girl decided to take some time to be alone in her room for a little while before they ate. And the young woman was just in the middle of explaining about this when a voice had drifted up the stairs.

“This is going to be your room. We opened up the windows to let it air out a bit, so it shouldn’t be too stuffy. And over here is the...” Nami’s words slowed away into silence as a soft hello drifted up to them, head turning towards the front entrance. But before she could answer, a second voice joined the first.

Yuki scowled. “Looks like that stupid cat decided to show up. I sure hope he’s not breaking anything.” He sighed, shaking his head as he started down the stairs.

With a brief glare in the direction the banging was coming from, Yuki managed to clear his expression into one of politeness by the time he made it to the bottom of the stairs, looking towards the figure that stood there with a suitcase by her side. He blinked once, had Nami forgotten to tell him that someone else would be moving in, but otherwise showed no other outward expression of his surprise. “Mayumi. It’s been a while.” He said, offering the girl a small smile.

Behind him, Nami hesitated on the stairs, waiting for Yuki to move out of the way before stepping to the floor and walking over to the blonde haired teenager. She gave the girl a quick tight hug. “ i’m glad you made it safely. Did Kyo come with you?”

Quietly as she could, Moku trailed down the stairs after the others, casting a quick look towards the front door before sneaking behind Yuki and across the living room. She could feel a pair of eyes on her back, but made a concerted effort to ignore them as she padded softly into the kitchen. Glancing briefly towards the paper bags sitting on the counter that smelled strongly of rice and vegetables, she instead investigated one of the nearby cupboards, in search of a glass. She was still on the verge of tears and she didn’t want to start crying in front of the others just yet. She barely knew them... So, She wanted to get a drink of water. Water always seem to help her hold back the tears. It may have been the effort required to focus on drinking instead of choking, but whatever the case, it always helped.

After searching through plates, bowls, and a myriad of spices, Moku finally located what she was looking for and picked up the cup from one of the shelves. She hoped Nami wouldn’t be too upset with her for going through the kitchen cupboards uninvited. She worried quietly to herself as she moved over to the sink, running the water until it was cold and filling up her glass. Turning her back to the sink, she rested there, concentrating on taking a long gulp of water.