[Nuriko toes into the kitchen, first peering around the corner of the wall, his long braid dangling over his shoulders as he slyly checks if any of the other house members are in the vicinity. Once the coast is deemed clear, his curious and cautious expression shifts to something more sly as he slips fully into the room.]
Haaa... Where would they put it? I know it's got to be around here somewhere...
[He puts his hands on his hips, lips pursing as his eyes glance about he kitchen in a cursory exploration. Of course, if his housemate hadn't made such a BIG deal about keeping whatever this was a secret, he wouldn't have gone looking. But now that his interest was piqued...well...
good luck keeping it hidden.]
Aha, maybe I could ask for some advice. [The words are chirped as he lifts his fingers to his chin, his expression shifting towards something like a smirk. He disliked the silly phones, but shortly a video would pop up with a rather mischevious looking Nuriko in frame]
If you really wanted to hide something from someone... where would you hide it? [He paused, and added with an innocent flair --] Of course, I'm not looking for anything myself!
Third Person:
Getting used to a place so different from Konan was something that had taken time. Cellphones especially were something that took Nuriko quite some time to adjust to, and still he remained only partially literate in regards to all the functions that the one he currently posessed could do. He avoided texting completely, and was much more likely to answer a phone call or similar than he was to try and text a message. He was still somewhat slow at it, and often found it frustrating -- enough so that he had not once, but had on multiple occasions slung the phone across the room or into the water in anger. It didn't help that the phone kept coming back.
Nuriko recalled, with a vaguely grumpy purse of his lips, the last time he had tried to send a message to one of his friends, which of course had resulted in a hilariously embarassing typo. Trying to cover it up only resulted in more harried typing, which in turn caused more typing slip ups. He couldn't help but laugh after a moment, even at his own irritation. At the time his temper had flared, but of course now he could only remember it fondly -- he had teased others before about similar situations, it was only fair he recieved similar ribbing.
As it was, Nuriko much prefered to write letters to those he wanted to keep in contact with -- if only for messages that weren't time sensitive. There was something about writing a letter that felt nostalgic, and almost reminded him of home as well. He enjoyed the feeling and often made a habit of writing to the friends he'd made as a result. Which was why he currently found himself walking down the street, several letters in hand. Of course, he wanted to hand deliver them. It gave him the perfect excuse to get out of the house and enjoy the cooling weather.
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Nuriko || Fushigi Yuugi || Reserved || 3 of 3
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OTHER
Housing Request?: Nope :>
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: sure
Accepted (housing typo)
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