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[onerous]

"You have reached the automated voice mailbox of--"

"Um. Kozukata Yuri."

"At the tone, please record your message. when you are finished recording, you may hang up, or press 1 for more options. To leave a call back number, press 9."

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[tuishou]

[As if he'd be able to put up with Lee's nagging about the power of friendship or somesuch long enough to even survive until tomorrow.]

I'll be right over.

[And he hangs up. No, he doesn't even need to ask her address. No, he doesn't really think it matters. The problem at hand is now figuring out a way to tow the box housing the robot all the way to her apartment.

And an hour or more later (yes, it's taken a while; no, he won't expend more chakra than he must to speed up the process), there will a knock at her door.

And Neji will be holding a rope, and tied to the other end is a

dog, tail wagging and white furred and shaggy. It sits put, never leaving the space right behind Neji's ankles. Its lolling tongue never really drips drool onto the floor. So hey, at least one of the cretures waiting for Yuri is well trained.]

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[onerous]

[Yuri ansers the door only a few seconds after Neji knocks, dipping her head lightly in a greeting she's about to follow up verbally but--

Well.

Her eyes follow the rope to the dog and she does a small double-take, brow furrowing in surprised confusion.]

Is that a CYBuddy? [She assumes only because she's not sure she's seen any live pets around here before. That and, you know, the lack of drool]

[tuishou]

[He sighs. Of course. Because it's like she's gone and asked a very dumb question. But Neji catches himself and remembers he shouldn't be so-- difficult? was he a difficult person? Anyway, maybe the sigh can pass as just him expression relief at having gotten the right door. Or something.

He's not even trying.

So Yuri gets that formal-enough, polite and shallow bow of greeting in return.] It isn't.

[He shouldn't be so curt either.] Lee's got enough of those back at the apartment, too. We certainly don't need another one.

[He steps to one side of the- dog. And it still doesn't move, save for its doggy little head following Neji's movements. Because that's what dogs do, right? Hell if Neji had any idea. He does the hand signs. It's nothing intricate. And

poof!

the dog's no longer there, disappearing in a puff of white smoke and in its stead is that distinct box from CERES, rope tied to a little... wagon? where the heck had Neji gotten a wagon? Before Yuri asks:] It's a basic transformation jutsu. School children could do it.

[No animals were harmed in the making of this idiocy.]

I didn't want to be seen lugging the thing halfway across the residential district. It's cumbersome.

[onerous]

[Her brow furrows somewhat, both in exasperation at his attitude and at his poor explanation. Because if it's not a CYbuddy then...?

But she doesn't ask, pursing her lips and frowning at him with the expectation that an explanation was coming soon. And there it was, though it certainly didn't help her confusion too much. Magic?? No-- More of that chakra bullshit. It was close enough to magic though, and it was enough to make Yuri start in surprise, her eyes going wide.

Yuri wants to know if she could do something like that, if even school children could (and she's not particularly impressed with the impression he's giving with that sentence, like it should somehow be obvious or not a big deal when HELLO her world doesn't have these things!! It's a big deal to her!!!) but she knows she can't so she won't ask. Even if she really wants to.]

It's still impressive, even if it's a common sort of trick. It was smart too. [Though she doesn't get what the difference is between pulling a wagon and pulling a dog at this point. Maybe appearances just mean a lot to him, who knows...

But she steps aside and gestures for Neji to come in. Her apartment is simple--the holograms activate once they pass the threshold to make the interior look like some mix of traditional Japanese homes with a modern flair. It was similar to what she'd had back home, so Yuri was rather pleased with it.

But her furniture was simple, nothing more or less than what she'd need for herself and maybe a couple guests. There were few frivolous decorations and everything was kept neat (you know, so long as you don't go back to her bedroom which was certainly more of a disaster. Who needs to make the bed come on she's just going to get back into it at the end of the day--)]

You can put it wherever. [There's another box set against the wall in the living room area where Yuri's robot is clearly still waiting to be activated.] Ah... Do you want some tea, or coffee or something...?

[tuishou]

[Give him a moment to decide if he should enter at all.

Neji lingers by the door, his head slightly tilted to one side after Yuri had invited him in. Yes, he'd entered private residencies before. No, he doesn't care that she's female and he's male and that, if there were senile old persons around, they might loudly whisper stupid things as he left but. He glances around the hall first and seeing that there are in fact no spectators, he bows (again) and steps in.

And doesn't really care about decor or lack of. He'll put the robot next to where he knows hers is and.

That's it that's literally all he came here for. Ah-] You shouldn't bother yourself. Thank you, but I'm fine. [Probably rude to refuse. But. Eh.]

[onerous]

[Honestly there probably are enough tongues wagging about the fact Yuri would frequently visit her former male next-door neighbor at like 2am with food, or that people might've seen Lee carrying Yuri in through her window at one point or another (don't ask okay). Neji would just be another drop in the rumor mill of Yuri's supposed love life.

Not that she took notice of any of those rumors or things. Honestly she probably didn't even know they existed in the first place.

She shrugs lightly.] If you're sure. The offer still stands. [And then, because it seems appropriate to offer and she feels kinda bad for him:] If Lee's robot gets to be too much, you can come here for some quiet. The door's open to you.