[Kondo was pretty grateful to get out of the house earlier that day. No, it wasn't because it was stuffy, what, arguing with nearly every breath and dodging bombs (literally), and it certainly wasn't to get away from the charming family moments they did surprisingly have.
He did it. Ohhh he did it. He was done for. This was it. He'd heard Katsura cry- er, remembered the character stats and it was apparent his birthday was close. As in he missed it. But. But everyone should have their birthday acknowledged, spend the day with their closest people to remind them just how they touched those lives, happy to be born and happy to be alive and happy to be able to meet, fated or not. Even terrorists. So he'd done it. He'd gotten his spouse some things to tide him over until those closest to him could come up with something. Like, hey, I remember you dropping my toothbrush in the toilet the other day, you are a huge pain in our ass and you are not forgotten. And he had no idea what was waiting for him when he went home, the very thought of it made his asshole curl up in itself.
However, when he eventually made it home, cringing as he crossed the threshold and clenching every hole in his body for an angry Katsura, nothing came. Something, however, smelled heavenly, and as he made it to the heart of their humble abode, the kitchen, his pulse picked up. What the hell was this lovely gesture? Did they get a hot maid without him knowing...?]
Honey, I'm home....? If you're doing things with the hot maid I'm going to have to ask you to get me sound canceling headphones...
Action(s of a stepford terrorist waifu =u=)
He did it. Ohhh he did it. He was done for. This was it. He'd heard Katsura cry- er, remembered the character stats and it was apparent his birthday was close. As in he missed it. But. But everyone should have their birthday acknowledged, spend the day with their closest people to remind them just how they touched those lives, happy to be born and happy to be alive and happy to be able to meet, fated or not. Even terrorists. So he'd done it. He'd gotten his spouse some things to tide him over until those closest to him could come up with something. Like, hey, I remember you dropping my toothbrush in the toilet the other day, you are a huge pain in our ass and you are not forgotten. And he had no idea what was waiting for him when he went home, the very thought of it made his asshole curl up in itself.
However, when he eventually made it home, cringing as he crossed the threshold and clenching every hole in his body for an angry Katsura, nothing came. Something, however, smelled heavenly, and as he made it to the heart of their humble abode, the kitchen, his pulse picked up. What the hell was this lovely gesture? Did they get a hot maid without him knowing...?]
Honey, I'm home....? If you're doing things with the hot maid I'm going to have to ask you to get me sound canceling headphones...