Welcome home, master.

2006/03/14 21:09

So Y-ko had finally bought herself a maid outfit, and within days, this happened.

This is my first update in a while; sorry about the wait.

Ever since my closet welcomed the newest member of its family (a maid outfit) several days ago,

I’ve been opening my front door to the greetings of a somewhat surly maid.

Y-KO:	Welcome home.
ME:	Yeah, it’s nice to be back.
Y-KO:	Would you like dinner, master? Or would you like a bath? Or… me?
ME:	Uh, dinner, please. I’m starving.
Y-KO:	Very good, master. I am in the mood for stew today, master.
ME:	Huh? What you mean, you’re in the mood?
Y-KO:	I haven’t had stew in a while. It sounds really good tonight.
ME:	Okay. And?
Y-KO:	I’ve got all the ingredients here. So make some, master. I’m cold, so I’m staying under the covers.
ME:	Huh?!
Y-KO:	Well, good luck.
ME:	What?! Y-ko!

Yes.

This is how it’s been.

It doesn’t make sense, does it?

That’s wrong. That’s not how it works.

This is the same thing as always. I’m still the one who’s doing all the work!

Plus, I honestly think the maid outfit is pretty bulky and annoying.

It really puts the dampers on any kind of romantic mood.

If my answer to the three-part question above was “me,” it’s really a hell of a task to get the thing off.

This time, I’m on my way home with my heart steeled and my mind firm.

I am going to give this willful young lady a stern talking-to. It’s time to force her to wake up and smell the roses.

Yes.

When I set my mind to it, I can do anything. (Baseless self-confidence.)

Plus, in the event of an emergency, I do have the most salient points jotted down on a cheat sheet in my pocket.

I am fully prepared.

Time to take down Miss Willful.

I marched down my street, heavyhearted but determined, a protagonist ready to face his tragic fate!

Then I was standing at the door of my apartment.

I took a deep breath and grabbed the doorknob!

Pentabu is ready for the battle of his life!

Click!!

ME:	I’m ho…
	They’re multiplying.

And this one has cat ears.

… Wh-who is she?!

What’s going on?!

And what eroge is that on the computer?!

My mind was reeling so fiercely, the next words out of my mouth were in English!

ME:	Wh-wh-who are you?

And Y-ko answered in the same!

Y-KO:	I’m fine, thank you!
ME:	No! That’s not what I asked!
O-E:	I’m Y-ko’s friend. My name is O-e. Nice to meet you, Uke-Sebas.
ME:	I’m not Uke-Sebas! And what the hell are you doing?!
Y-KO:	Practicing our wedding presentation. We’re going to sing and dance in maid costumes!
ME:	I see. And why are you practicing this here?
Y-KO:	My maid outfit was left here.
ME:	Well, why didn’t you just take it out and go to, uh… O-e’s house, then?
O-E:	Oh, sorry. I asked her not to do that.
ME:	… Huh?
O-E:	I have friends over all the time. I don’t want them to see the maid costumes there…
Y-KO:	Yeah, sorry. So you’ll let her keep her costume here, too, right?
ME:	… Huh?
O-E:	Sorry about all this, Uke-Sebas.
ME:	Okay, first of all, I’m not Uke-Sebas.

How should I put this?

This is much too dangerous!

The moment he opens my closet door, my social life at school is essentially over!!