mai

Mairu flanked the other side, appearing from behind him to hold onto his arm. “Chocolate—! No, wait—strawberry—no—Neapolitan!”

middleorihara replied to your post: "Chosu-nii.." Kururi practically hangs on his arm,…

She gave him a little smile, tightening her grip on his arm. “Strawberry.”

“I’ll get all of the ice cream for you, my little princesses!” 

"Welcome back, Ninki-san." She’d picked herself up to be kneeling behind the couch, arms draped over it and resting her head against those arms.

Blink, blink.  "Ninki-san.. Who are they?” The last thing Chosaku had expected was to see more women in his youngest brother’s house. 

Finally, someone was home, again! Thankfully, she was used to her home in Ikebukuro being empty, save for her and her sister...

The girl leaned up, more into view now as she waved excitedly at the familiar face. At Ninki's question, though, she looked around--as if somehow, she was just now noticing all of the destruction. It really was a mess...

"We were looking for a spaceship!"

Yes, that explained everything.

"Do I look like a maid to you?" No, he is convinced he does not! "…but  you asked nicely so I suppose I can."

Wait.

He can’t see her smile, over his shoulder, but perhaps’s that’s for the best. She didn’t want him getting skittish, all over again. She had a feeling her brother might, certainly, have something to do with why he got so nervous upon finding out her family name.

Well, that’s not her fault.

By the time they pull away, she’s grinning again.

"I formally forbid you of even thinking about me doing that!"

He doesn’t need someone imagining him in a bath, except for his parents and Jun. “…but it was a given that I would be doing this. “So, uh… seeya!”

"Do I look like a maid to you?" No, he is convinced he does not! "…but  you asked nicely so I suppose I can."

Wait.

"Uh…" well, that was… He could do that.

Right?

If he won’t do that, then he can’t leave. Funny how he can’t picture anything else but a flytrap even as he steps in.

Okay here we go. Hug. One, two, three, hug.

Damn it all because these always give some odd sense of warmth even if it’s from en enemy.

One second… Two seconds… Three. Oooookay that should be enough.

He can't see her smile, over his shoulder, but perhaps's that's for the best. She didn't want him getting skittish, all over again. She had a feeling her brother might, certainly, have something to do with why he got so nervous upon finding out her family name.

Well, that's not her fault.

By the time they pull away, she's grinning again.

"Do I look like a maid to you?" No, he is convinced he does not! "…but  you asked nicely so I suppose I can."

Wait.

Besides, Jun wasn’t even home, and this is what he had been met with.

…This penthouse… was a complete wreck! 

Nothing less expected of his youngest brother, Chosaku has to admit, but even with Ninki around? “What is this!?” Chosaku suddenly exclaimed. Ninki grabbed at her bangs, her eyes wide.

Mairu may, or may not, have had her sister pinned to the floor beneath her.... And those may or may not be her hands, on the others chest, as they kissed. The sound of a stranger's voice, though, was enough to (begrudgingly) pull her away from what she was doing.

Their spot was hidden from the newcomers, by an overturned couch--but now, she shifted off of Kururi, to slowly peek over it. Her head slowly came into view, nothing but bangs, eyes, and a pair of glasses for now. Those eyes widened though, "Aaah~!! Kuru-nee, the maid is back! And she's brought someone with her!"

"Do I look like a maid to you?" No, he is convinced he does not! "…but  you asked nicely so I suppose I can."

Wait.

How could they not have found anything? And Mairu had been looking forward to it…

"We already looked theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere!" She whined. Mairu shifted herself to roll over, face-down in their host's clothing. A muffled groan sounded through the pile. They'd turned this entire penthouse over, and for what? A whole lot of nothing. Just thinking about it made her so--

Whump.

Her fists both slammed down against the clothes in frustration.

Shizuo ~ Izaya!!

Fighting is bad!

"Do I look like a maid to you?" No, he is convinced he does not! "…but  you asked nicely so I suppose I can."

Wait.

…she isn’t someone he should trust. He is still dealing with the sister of this.. this…

She'd play along with his pride. Mairu giggled, and stood up straight again, bouncing on the balls of her feet, "Of course. I won't breathe on you, then. Wouldn't want that spaceship getting scared, again--I mean... Infected."