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[kyudousha]

[There is something oddly satisfying about slamming the door shut with enough force for the entire house to witness it echo twice. But it isn't satisfying enough. She ends up slamming two more doors on her way to the living room, then another when she decides that she doesn't want to go to the living room just yet, and makes her angry way to the

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[47_l0w]

[So Atsuro had been chilling with a laptop because that's what Atsuros are wont to do. When, you know, he could swear that the entire house just shook with the sound of a door slamming shut. And then again. And then again. And just when Atsuro lets out a breath and leans back in his chair and is about to get up - another unsuspecting door gets slammed.

He winces in sympathy. Poor door.

When he makes his way down the stairs, he's really not surprised to see Rita sulking on the couch.

With...]

If you eat from the tub, you're gonna get fat, Rita!

[kyudousha]

[She makes a frustrated noise, and a book that had been sitting neatly on the decorative coffee table goes flying his way, slamming into the wall next to him like a slab of granite.

A snarl.] Oh, shut your face before I shut it for you.

[Turning away, she jabs at the ice-cream with her spoon, poking long slits into the unmarred surface.]

[47_l0w]

...Yikes.

[...Poor book, too.

He'll just bend down and pick that up first, before he walks - very, very, very carefully - towards the couch, book in hand.]

Bad day?

[kyudousha]

[She snorts and stabs the ice-cream repeatedly until it's marred and marred and she's still not quite satisfied. A mouthful of ice-cream before she speaks.] Like hell. If people would just spontaneously cease existing--

[She gestures with the spoon.] --I'll have a freaking field day.