Rising Star, Part Twenty-Four

{Akari}

[Ah, my palace.]

The studio apartment's exactly as I left it this morning. Still tiny as fuck with clothes everywhere. The couch that doubles as my bed is buried under a mountain of skirts and crop tops, and the kitchenette's counters are stacked with empty cup ramen.

"Yo, this beat slaps!" Haruka's already connected her phone to my cheap-ass speaker, shaking that fat ass to some Japanese rap while I hunt for sustenance. "Come dance with me, baby!"

"In a minute," I call back, diving into the fridge. "Gotta find... something..."

Empty shelves stare back at me.

Well, not completely empty - there's half a bottle of something pink and probably alcoholic, plus what might have been takeout at some point but has steadily begun the process of becoming a new life form.

[Note to self: Clean fridge before it achieves sentience.]