Tsukasa was stretched out on the couch, his Purrloin sitting on his chest and both looking like they were going to remain there come flood and fire. The lanky brunet made a slight face, waving one long-fingered hand at the door as if he was either acknowledging her appearance or telling her to scram.

"I'm not bailing you out again."

Even after three weeks in the Hikari Studio, he was still bit of a jerk. At least having a regular job and roof over his head helped him look a bit less scruffy.