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[kat8cha]

Akazawa relaxed in his easy chair. He’d just come back from a long day and he was tired and half asleep on his feet.

The chicken nuggets for his dinner were baking in the oven, and his macaroni and cheese was ready to eat. Looking around for the remote for his television set Akazawa frowned. Dammit where had he put that remote?

 

Getting up from his chair Akazawa searched, eventually finding it under the desk that held his grandmother’s old sewing machine. Standing with a triumphant shout Akazawa almost missed the sound of a window breaking.

Almost.

 

“Terribly sorry.” A tenor voice spoke and Akazawa turned to stare at a young man in flash pants and a mesh shirt. “Ichimori, party of 5?”

 

“Wrong house.” Akazawa glanced past the… stripper? Noticing the rope leading to a parachute outside his window Akazawa frowned. Parachuting stripper apparently.

 

“Want some chicken nuggets?”