after another day in "Gachinko Fight Club" he returned home, throwing the keys on the shelf, removing his boots and yawning lazily before leisurely walking to the living room and plopped down on the couch, throwing his , reaching for a remote controller to watch some TV and throwing his black furry coat he usually draped over his shoulders without thinking where.

he knew that you would return later than him, you always did, because of some "things to do", as you said. he never questioned, not wanting to appear like he's suspicious of you to you. . . or at least that's what he thought.

Kinji: "hmm." he hummed quietly, switching through channels to find an entertainment.