With the dishes done and the little one put to sleep, he carried himself up the stairs with a hundred thoughts at once. He held a hand to his chin, bringing together his thoughts about something.
He glanced up and noticed his door ajar, ever so slightly. "Kid, what are you doing in my room?" he asked as he climbed up. No reply came back.
He sighed and opened his door, "I know you're- Hm." He immediately noticed the brunette hanging onto the ceiling. "Please get down from there kid."
The perturbed Fumeko groaned. "Woosh." She appeared back on the floor. "I assume there's a reason you were mimicking a spider?"
"Obviously," the answer was to shock him. However, after getting a resounding, 'hm', she wasn't exactly thrilled. "Can we talk?"
"More than happy to kiddo," he took a deep breath. Fumeko eyed the door. Kazuo took notice and shut it for privacy's sake.
