homralings | Pay your respects to the bar.

[ Perhaps it would have been better to just stay out of the kitchen. He didn't really need to go in there for anything, anyway. He could have just asked Kusanagi-san for a glass of water at the bar. But why bother him if he could just get it himself?

At least that's what he thought would be the better decision as he went in to check if there was a chilled pitcher in the fridge. He found one, but turning to reach for the cabinet door to find a glass, he met an obstruction. A very fragile and precisely stacked obstruction. ]

Ah shit--!!

[ First there was the shattering sound of the water pitcher, and then a larger crash was heard. Bandou cringed as he watched the tray of freshly washed wine glasses fall to the concrete floor, almost in slow motion. He nervously looked towards the doorway. If he could clean this up fast enough, then things would be fine. He could just claim the sound was his ringtone or something. Yeah, that would work.

Unfortunately for Bandou, the broom and dustpan wasn't within sight, probably sitting behind the bar or in the utility closet. So in a frenzy, he pulled his hat off his head and attempted to sweep up the mess as best, and as fast as he could. ]

Threaded | Flat

[It was the sound of something crashing that caught Izumo's attention the moment he came back from the back of the bar after taking a phone call. He usually didn't mind leaving the others alone, knowing they knew enough not to do anything while he was out for the few minutes.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the few minutes he was gone was enough to have one of them break something.

Freezing in place, Izumo's eyes zeroed in on the entrance leading to the kitchen, the sound of glass shattering echoing in his ears. He blinked once, twice, and then made his way into the kitchen, somewhat praying his mind was only playing tricks on him.

Only to find out it wasn't, and he's seeing Bandou hastily cleaning the mess with his hat, and Izumo takes the moment to see the damage.

And he is not happy, so he clears his throat loud enough to make his presence known.]

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