[ He sure did bring curry. Yusuke could smell it from the other side of the door, drawing a rumbling from his stomach he had been trying to ignore. In typical fashion, he hadn't eaten anything since that failed meeting, and he definitely didn't get around to actually eating anything while they were at the cafe.
Fine.
There's some scuttling around, as he moves things out of the way before he opens the door. The artist is noticeably exhausted, eyes red and usually perfectly neat and straight hair falling messily around his face. All around him are paintings, threatening to take over the room thanks to his reluctance to force design choices on his roommates. He's been busy since showing up, clearly, and not particularly happy, if the dark, formless abstracts or foxes in various states of paranormal distress are anything to go by. ]
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Fine.
There's some scuttling around, as he moves things out of the way before he opens the door. The artist is noticeably exhausted, eyes red and usually perfectly neat and straight hair falling messily around his face. All around him are paintings, threatening to take over the room thanks to his reluctance to force design choices on his roommates. He's been busy since showing up, clearly, and not particularly happy, if the dark, formless abstracts or foxes in various states of paranormal distress are anything to go by. ]
...thank you.