Don't get sick.

None of you four can compare.

[ooc: It's what he's proud of! :D]

It's such a pretty day!

I woke up and there was a big bowl of miso and rice and natto next to my bed. Mi~tsu~ku~ni, you know I hate that stuff! Couldn't you have made cake? Chocolate, or vanilla and strawberry, or, oh! How about Christmas Cake? That's my favorite! Mitsukuni, can we have Christmas cake ( Read more... )

( Now cut ICly! )

[There's a sound, like wood getting sawed, and then a hammer, and then more sawing.

It's interspersed with the sound of nails clinking together, then more wood, then the sound of a text message beeping.

More hammering.]

Finished.

[ooc: Barricading of the door is complete.]

Ah.

Mistukuni.

Where are you?