open, weekly task [✧] JESUS HOT SAUCE CHRISTMAS CAKE

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]From somewhere far away, Miyu's nose twitches - one of his ears twist randomly, and the tom blinks idly to himself. For some reason, he'd felt some sort of ... itch in his paws. Huh. Some itch that makes him kind of want to ... fight someone. Fight someone because maybe, just maybe ... someone said something bad to Yoh.

Alright, not really. Miyu's just around the corner, happily strolling the airport and definitely not lost (come on, they've been living here for around a week now. Pssh. How could he get lost? It's not like he's lost or anything) when he ... doesn't hear that much commotion, but at least a vague sort of distant murmur. Immediately pinpointing this distinct vocal register as Yoh's, for how long he's known the other cat, the brown tabby brightens up and promptly throws himself off his feet to happily zoom over.

The sight that the tabby comes across is one that is absolutely appalling. A single glance over at the bags and then back to Rome only confirmed it - his extremely intricate, essential and necessary task had been ... undone.

Really, Rome, how could you.

Miyu double takes, his eyes widening hugely with the betrayal, and lowers himself to the ground with his wings folding in and pads over beside Yoh. The look he fixes the conked out wolfdog is mortally wounded. 'But chores,' is the only thing the tabby can state, extremely woefully. Miyu glances over to Yoh, nodding at him gratefully for the attempt at least, before he aims to prod Rome's side delicately and clears his throat.

'Rooome, the rubbish is coming alive!'
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]Ow. Wow.

Miyu slumps back and affixes the resting wolfdog with a very put-out expression, effectively stumped. Maybe he should be one of those characters on TV that always come really prepared and come up with strategies and contingency plans from Plan A to, like, Plan Z. Then he would be able to unleash lethal attack upon devastating blow upon Rome's subconscious and the wolfdog would have no choice but to abruptly surge into consciousness in the face of Miyu's intimidating echoy boss-laughter ...

Except he never really has gone into anything with that much of a solid plan, let alone twenty ... four? Miyu isn't good at science alright ... so. As of now, to reiterate: Miyu is very stumped.

... Wait.

The brown tabby, with a blink, leans over to get a better vantage point of Rome's face - or, namely, his expression. 'Heeey, you're not actually sleeping! Come on, you only have to be up for about ...' The tomcat glances over at the progress Rome has made. Pretty impressive, admittedly. Huh. ' ... three seconds more,' he decides, because he's so good at maths. 'Then you can catnap!'

Actually, Miyu might join him. He's only napped around eight times today. He needs to dig deeper.

'Did you check all the rooms?' the tabby then puzzles. Maybe this task was just a little too much to handle for only one Romanpaw. Technically, the wolfdog had already pulled their own weight's worth in rubbish bags.
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