Looking a little thoughtful at the unexpected offer of cooking Mayumi suggested, Nami paused for a moment, a big bowl partially filled with rice. She glanced over towards the teenager consideringly before suddenly breaking into another huge smile. “ you know, I might just take you up on that offer. I can’t do much more than cook rice. And I burn that half the time. And Yuki is terrible in the kitchen. Don’t ever ask him to cook.” She admitted with a small shudder, As if recalling a terrible memory.

Filling up the rest of the bowl, Nami collected the stack of plates in her other hand and went into the next room to help set the table, Silently joyous at having so many places to set.

Outside, Moku was biting at her lower lip, a Little torn. On one hand, she could understand Kyo’s irritation, she wasn’t the happiest about being forced to live here either, but on the other hand, she didn’t have a problem with Yuki, so she didn’t understand his aversion to the other teenager. The stubborn polite part of her personality wanted to force him inside to eat the dinner that Nami had purchased, but the rash and soft hearted part of her personality wanted to give him space and time to cool off.

In the end, she had darted back inside the house, pausing before entering the kitchen to make sure that it was empty before hurrying over and collecting a bowl. As fast as she could, she scooped out a generous helping of rice, vegetables, and a little bit of the chicken into it before quietly hurrying up the stairs to her bedroom. Taking a moment to peek inside to make sure that no one else was there, she then padded over to The still open window, setting the bowl down and levering herself up onto the sill. Balancing with her toes curled over the edge, one hand braced against the side of the house, Moku scooped up the bowl and stretched out her arm to maneuver it up towards the roof. The bottom tapped against the shingles before she pushed it with a soft scrape onto the roof. Satisfied, she dropped back down into her room.

And froze as she looked up to see Yuki staring at her from the doorway.

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Some of his anger had finally simmered away as Yuki had stood in the middle of Mayumi’s room, eyes closed, taking several deep breath’s through his nose. His eyes finally opened again, still somewhat resentful, but he pushed back the emotions and collected himself, preparing to head back downstairs.

That was when he had heard the sound from The room next-door. Moku’s new room. Somewhat concerned, he hurried out into the hallway and to the next doorway, taking a step just inside and pausing as he noticed a pair of feet clad in white socks balanced on the windowsill. All at once, he felt himself stiffening in horror, instantly worried that the girl had snuck back up here and was preparing to jump from the window.

But before he could do much more then take another step into the room, Moku had turned and dropped back to the bedroom floor, silent as a cat, and had straightened up, meeting his gaze and instantly freezing, her eyes wide with surprise. They stared at each other for several seconds before he finally blinked.

“Moku, what are you doing up here?” Yuki asked gently, still worried about why she had been on the windowsill.

Moku shuffled her feet for a moment, debating quietly with her self, before she gave her head a small shake. “Nothing.” She murmured quietly. “ I thought about getting the house slippers I packed for myself when I noticed the window was still open. I don’t like bugs. And sometimes you have to chase them out if you want them to go away.” Turning back to the window, she carefully shut it, making her excuse more solid with the action.

Yuki wasn’t sure he believed her, But he wasn’t going to fight her on the matter. Shaking his head and suppressing a small sigh, he forced himself to smile politely. “ well, I’m glad you were able to get the bug out then. Shall we go down to dinner?” He said, waving his hand for her to go first.

Blinking her bright green eyes once, Moku then gave her head a quick nod before trailing out of the room, Yuki following after her. Together, they walked into the dining room.

“Smells good.” Yuki noted, Settling onto one of the cushions around the table.

Moku merely replied with a neutral hum before she continued on into the kitchen, finally collecting a pitcher and filling it with some ice and water, collecting a couple of cups on her way back to the table. After grabbing another couple of glasses, she then settled down on one of the other cushions, unconsciously putting some distance between her and Yuki. He noticed it, but chose not to comment. 

“Shall we start? I don’t think that stupid cat is going to be coming. Not while I’m here.” He stated flatly. “ we wouldn’t want the food to get cold waiting for that impossibility.”