Yuki looked around at the packed boxes of Shuichi’s things and his own. He took a short glace over at Wade’s gun room and then one over at the phone. Wade was gone right? On the fridge there was a phone number to reach him. Well… He was leaving… He should probably say good bye to Wade right. Yuki could just see the pout he’d get if he left without saying anything. Wade would probably be holding a gun and whimpering, ‘How could youuu YUKKKIIIIIII!?’

He picked up the phone and dialed, not caring what the time was in Japan at the moment.

Current Mood: grumpy

Yuki slipped into his office a lot later than usual. What with the sudden gender change of Shuichi he was quite busy all morning. He still wonders what's going on. However with all the girls everywhere he's not complaining one bit. Well it's going to be another late night. And for once he doesn't really mind.

He's getting some rest now. On his desktop. Mmm, dreaming about female versions of everyone he knows. This is a good day indeed.

((Late because I had a longgg omg day))

Yuki had the table set with cookies again. Shuichi was safely in the other room singing loudly to his keyboard pounding. on a date with Rosette. He sat down at the table and took a cookie himself. When he ate it his expression was almost pleasant. He looks at them all and sighs. "We'll make this painless as possible. If you need any help with something, I'll talk to you about it. And I won't tell anyone. Totally confidential, like the nun."

((ooc: Open to housemates and mentees))

Yuki is sitting on the couch holding his head and smoking like a chimney. The deadline was yesterday and he wasn't finished. He had planed a good deal of work this past weekend and that went all to shit. He was backlogged already. And worse, he was having writer's block. Just in time. Why did he put himself through this? Sometimes he wanted nothing more than to quit. But he didn't dare. It was for Kitazawa. He'd never be able to live with himself if he stopped. As soon as he had an idea he'd get back to writing, even if it kept him up all night.

((OOC: For housemates))

Eiri opened his eyes with a loud yawn. While he slowly started to awake, he made a mental note that his train pajamas were the most comfortable of all of his pajamas. He was still clinging slightly to the other boy in his bed. He was hungry though, and it was vital that he get something to eat. He tugged on Shuichi's arm and kissed his cheek sweetly, //Shu-kun... Wake up...//

((OOC: For the housemates, SP since sleepytime is now.))

Yuki gathered his mentor students at his kitchen table and looked at them with an easy-to-read expression of disdain. In front of them are cookies and some fried rice. Yes he made both himself, and he's a pretty good cook. If you ask he'll tell you it's store bought. "Well... I guess they just looked at a list of people I hate then choose three of you. Though I don't know the forth kid. I guess I should tell you I'm Yuki. The others can fill you in on how horrible I am."

"I don't really have any real... lessons prepared. So I guess just... ask me if you're having some kind of dilemma. Oh wait. I've got one lesson for today."

"Kids I want you to take a good look at this face." He pulls a pink haired kid who's hovering nearby, even nearer by the scruff of his collar. "This is failure face. In fact. This is probably the best example of a failure face that you'll see for a long time. Drink it in."

Shuichi's initial gooey-eyed reaction at the collar pull turned into one of flailing annoyance, //"Failure?! I'm not a failure!! I told you I was signed with N-G!!! N-G!!!! That's not failure pal! THAT'S ANTI-FAILURE!!"// he wibbles, //"YUUUKKIIII!!! Why are you sooo mean?!"//

Yuki releases his grip Shuichi and continues to ignore his presence completely. “If I teach you anything, I hope it’s to never end up like him.”

//"Ignoring me again?! They're just kids, not some slut you need to impress!!! STOP IGNORING ME!! Yuuukiiii!!"// Wail.

“Well. Any questions? Before you ask, the food isn’t poison. I prefer to force you to suffer the agony of a long and unfulfilling existence. It’s more painful than dying from a cookie.”

((ooc: Please forgive me for putting this up late. The day got more busy than I thought.... feel free to SP and ping in when you have a chance. Sorry and thank you! And special thanks to Peanuts.))

Yuki was happy for the quiet his office was currently providing. He openly sighed and poured himself a glass of scotch. If anyone asked... he's going to say it's apple juice. He was having a bit of trouble writing the next section... he looks around carefully before opening one of his desk drawers to look down at a little white umbrella with Shuichi's hand writing on it. He quickly shuts the drawer again and starts typing.

((OOC: Open like woah, random bouts of SP though))

Yuki is laying on the couch, laptop resting on his chest. He has a pleasant and calm melody playing from it. He has a fairly large library of classical and instrumental music for when he works. He's typing lazily as he tries to stay awake. His cellphone rings and he answers in grudingly.
//Seguchi-san.//
//Eiri! It's been so long! Miss me?//
//You wish.//
//I hope you're taking care of yourself oni-san.//
//Yeah yeah.// Yuki considered mentioning Shuichi, then decided against it. //Well I'm going to bed soon. We can talk some other time.//
//Aww Eiri you're awful!//
//Whatever. Bye Seguchi.//
//Bye!//

He shook his head after hanging up. Back to typing. This deadline is approaching fast...

((OOC: For housemates.))

Yuki walked to work groggy this morning. One can only wonder what kept him up so late... As soon as he'd sat down to work at his laptop he fell asleep on it. It's not like he wasn't used to it. His laptop was like a second pillow to him.

((OOC: For Yuki bothering needs. He's a bit loopy right after he wakes up..))

Yuki had class tomorrow, and since Wade had left to go god knows where, he'd been writing up his lesson plans on the couch for a change instead of in his room. And he'd fallen asleep there. His laptop had been set aside and left open, as if he'd only intended to take a short break but dozed off by mistake. He'd left the TV on softly as well. It was just a boring news station. Though, if he had to pick, he'd choose it over the Fandom Radio any day.

((OOC: Open to housemates))