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Len's calendar, politely, informed him it was Friday.
No, not really. He didn't use a calendar, and his phone reminders were nothing short of-
Hey bitch, it's like 8am on fucking Friday, YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!! YOU ALSO SET THE ALARM SO DON'T BE PISSED AT
In conclusion, Oh No. Fuck.
Fukase hummed, standing vaguely in the corner. "Took you long enough."
Len shot up, standing somewhat defensively despite recognising the voice. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM??"
"OWW, STOP SHOUTING??"
"SO ARE YOU???"
"YOU STARTED-" Fukase paused, tossing aside the coat hanger he'd found with the last of his nonexistent dignity. "Nevermind. Your alarm went off like twelve separate times before you ACTUALLY woke up. It's 9:30, the whole house is pissed at you. Now what, genius?"
Len winced. There was a reason he didn't set alarms for waking up anymore. He had to blast them to the entire house, and he still wouldn't wake up. It caused a few... Incidents.
Wait...
"Nine thirty?? Fuck," Len stood up, double checked the time he could've checked without standing up, and rushed to the closet.
"I'll," Fukase made a twirling motion with his hand and faced the wall. The fact he didn't leave meant he had something to mention. Or something to steal.
"Oh right," Len sort of forgot the semantics of clothing with people. To put on clothing, you must take off clothing. And people with vision will see.
And regardless of what will inevitably happen, he scanned his closet as if he'd ever wear anything new.
Hoodie that was originally for dysphoric days/always but kind of just regressed to the go-to hoodie.
Random jeans, probably the black ones with white stitching.
Converse. But those are downstairs at the door, not here.
Yes, when he wants to, Len can make an attempt on actually looking nice. But that takes effort.
"You should wear the shorterish hoodie. Take a belt," Fukase advised the wall, fiddling with something Len couldn't see.
"Huh?"
He didn't have any cropped hoodies. That defeats the purpose of a hoodie??
"No- I mean," Fukase put a hand up in a 'I know your ass is NOT changing right now' way and turned around to get to the closet.
He moved Len out of the way and pulled out the hoodie he allegedly meant. It was fairly baggy, but stopped right around the hips rather than continuing like most.
"Not cropped, but shorter. If you wear a belt, you'll be able to see it..." Fukase searched the disarray of clothes for a belt, and found one he deemed acceptable. A wide-ish one?? Paired nicely with jeans.
"If you're going to do your regular thing," Fukase threw the clothes at him with a knowing look. "At least make it look like you tried. A little effort goes a long way."
"Thanks...? Why are you giving me fashion advice?" Len blinked, looking at the clothes in his hands.
Fukase shrugged turning back around. "Because I have no idea where you're going, but you woke up early so it's not a regular event."
Len accepted that, despite feeling confused at the first half. He swore he'd mentioned it??
After a minute or two, Fukase began whistling again.
"It's always your room, can't the setting get more interesting??" He complained, playing with a yo-yo he got out of nowhere.
Len, failing to buckle a belt, sighed overdramatically. "I thought you liked my room."
He shrugged. "Sure? I like your belongings. And room-centered activities... Notlikethat- Like Mario Kart?"
"HAHA!!" Len paused, success from the belt fleeting. "Sorry. What is it with you and Mario Kart??"
"You finished??" Fukase looked a bit like a child put in time out. It was almost funny.
"Just hair..."
"Yeah, well, I can see your hair??"
"Right."
Len felt damned to admit the hoodie-belt combo actually did a fair amount. By changing two minor details. Fuck you.
Fukase was sitting on the floor near his bed by this point, messing around with a hairtie that wasn't used. "So....?"
"Another one of those 'You have to get along with your sister!!' meeting spiels," Len shrugged absentmindedly, checking the time again on his phone.
9:48.
"Shit," Len pocketed his phone, and made to leave.
Fukase rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Love you too, dude."
Weaponising his own words against him, or also technically for him at the same time, Len turned around sincerely. "I love you."
"Yeah, yeah, go. Late," Fukase waved off, his comically large ego faltering again for three little words.
Len left with a laugh, heading down the stairs.
Well maybe the words weren't so little, but it was sweet nonetheless.
He grabbed two leftover cookies to serve as breakfast, and waited for the clock to strike .... Too-near-the-time-so-we-must-go time. O'clock.
He wasn't waiting for very long. He finished both cookies, which were definitely not enough sustenance but oh well, while doomscrolling a bit. Then Rin got to the door.
Regular attire. Shirt, sweater/jumper, skirt, tights, boots. And the bow she never parted with, or departed without.
Len pulled on and laced his converse, and they were set.
For...
"Wait, where are we going?" Len blinked at her, hating the fact he always looked to her for direction.
Rin rolled her eyes and opened the door. "No where fancy, expensive, or horrendously painful. We aren't rich."
"So expressive, you explained so much!!!" Len sighed, following her out the door.
"Why are you like this?"
"Genetics."
"Guess they skipped me."
"Shut up."
And it went on. Just those two insulting and annoying eachother into oblivion until they found where they were going.
They didn't know it yet, but they had three days before their week of doom came to pass.
Wait, that sounds dramatic.
No really, no actual DEATH but that week won't be great.