[Ruggie had known that, after graduating from Night Raven, things were still going to be rough. He'd gotten a good high school on his resume but it's not like he had the money to keep going to some magic university. Even if he did, it wasn't like he had the time for that sort of thing. Being able to leisurely go to school for long chunks of time before hauling in a solid salary was the sort of thing that only existed in dreams and wishes for him.]
[So, it made perfect sense to get a bit of extra cash from people who were living the dream. He had a part-time job on a college campus and spent a good chunk of time also getting on the good sides of the various future doctors and lawyers out there. If he could find someone to ride of the coattails of success too, there was no shame in that. He knew his physique didn't exactly scream trophy wife so he would have to go for the domestic angle. He could cook, he could clean, he could be a healing fluffy presence at the end of a long work day.]
[It was at that job he'd met Shizuma and managed to lure him into a business relationship with promises of a tidy house and homemade box lunches. He was a kind enough guy, fun to mess with, and a future vet so he wasn't super weird about the whole ear and tail things. If he'd just stop being so shy, Ruggie was sure he'd have a cozy path paved for himself.]
[Well, he could play a few fields, in case he never actually scored... That's what he thinks, letting himself in with a spare key in the morning. A box lunch was best prepared the morning-of, you know! So he makes his way to the tiny kitchen in Shizuma's apartment, covering a huge yawn with his hand.]
Let's see, there should still be some things I bought yesterday...
[he fusses with the fridge. They'd been at this arrangement for about a week now. Ruggie was a natural as adapting quickly so it was second nature now to glance at the clock while retrieving ingredients.]
Heyyyyy, [hey calls out from the counter]
Ikushima~ you're awake, right~? Wake-up fee is extraaaaa~!
one week in
[So, it made perfect sense to get a bit of extra cash from people who were living the dream. He had a part-time job on a college campus and spent a good chunk of time also getting on the good sides of the various future doctors and lawyers out there. If he could find someone to ride of the coattails of success too, there was no shame in that. He knew his physique didn't exactly scream trophy wife so he would have to go for the domestic angle. He could cook, he could clean, he could be a healing fluffy presence at the end of a long work day.]
[It was at that job he'd met Shizuma and managed to lure him into a business relationship with promises of a tidy house and homemade box lunches. He was a kind enough guy, fun to mess with, and a future vet so he wasn't super weird about the whole ear and tail things. If he'd just stop being so shy, Ruggie was sure he'd have a cozy path paved for himself.]
[Well, he could play a few fields, in case he never actually scored... That's what he thinks, letting himself in with a spare key in the morning. A box lunch was best prepared the morning-of, you know! So he makes his way to the tiny kitchen in Shizuma's apartment, covering a huge yawn with his hand.]
Let's see, there should still be some things I bought yesterday...
[he fusses with the fridge. They'd been at this arrangement for about a week now. Ruggie was a natural as adapting quickly so it was second nature now to glance at the clock while retrieving ingredients.]
Heyyyyy, [hey calls out from the counter]
Ikushima~ you're awake, right~? Wake-up fee is extraaaaa~!