[ In that period of time, Asougi has grabbed a change of clothes and gone to wash up thoroughly, scrubbing away the grime that had somehow missed his clothes. Tomorrow, he'd have an entirely different task ahead of him, where he'd have to clean everything thoroughly and get the stains out. Tonight . . . he didn't know what he was going to do tonight. He meant it when he said he wasn't hungry, his appetite gone after that entire affair. Really, what he wanted to do was to go into his room and write in his journal quietly. Hadn't he put Naruhodou through enough? At the same time, leaving things the way they had been outside left a bad taste in his mouth.
In the end, he settles on a compromise and after dumping his dirty clothes off in his room, he scoops up his journal and takes it downstairs, sitting down on the couch in the living room as he starts to write in silence. ]
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In the end, he settles on a compromise and after dumping his dirty clothes off in his room, he scoops up his journal and takes it downstairs, sitting down on the couch in the living room as he starts to write in silence. ]