Casa de An-rin

As we approached An-rin’s apartment building, I couldn’t help but feel that the unit was the kind of place that screamed ‘my parents have money but I’m still a chaotic gremlin’. The energetic gyaru fumbled with her keys at the door, muttering about how her dad always locks it like they’re guarding a vault.

“Welcome to Casa de An-rin!” She comically declared, flinging the door open dramatically and bowing at us like a skilled attendant. The feather boa she’d refused to take off hung down on the floor as she bent her back forward.

Chii and Kushii laughed at her while my head automatically went from left to right.

The place was… exactly what I expected. A mix of trendy furniture and teenage chaos. There was a plush couch sitting under a pile of mismatched throw blankets, a coffee table was littered with manga and half-empty soda cans, and a giant LED TV dominated one wall.