[He takes the bags and slips his shoes off, frowning as he heads into Kouta's room. He can't quite place what's bugging him until he peeks inside. ... Oh. It's messy, that's why. He's so used to everything having a place and belonging in that place that seeing things scattered is just weird. He sits down on Kouta's bed and fidgets with the bags. He's probably talking to his sister, right?]
[... Yes, that makes sense. He rubs the side of his face again, and belatedly realizes why. He pulls his hand away and grabs the bags again. Where is he supposed to put these? ... He'll just hold them for now.]
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[... Yes, that makes sense. He rubs the side of his face again, and belatedly realizes why. He pulls his hand away and grabs the bags again. Where is he supposed to put these? ... He'll just hold them for now.]