And now the thrilling conclusion to last time’s story. Yes, “thrilling.”
Tamaki: Sigh~ It’s been over a week now since I heard Kagura’s cry from outside.
Tamaki: But when I came to help, she only became angry. Ever since then, Kagura has been acting differently. She spends most of her time alone in her room–she even eats there. I think she’s been eating more than usual too.
I know she said not to, but…
Tamaki: Master, let’s go check on Kagura!
Tamaki: Er, K-Kagura? You don’t seem like your usual self, is everything ok?
Kagura: Eh?! Oh, I’m fine! It’s nothing!
Tamaki: Are you sure? I’m worried that something might have happened to you. Please tell me what’s wrong!
Kagura: I’m FINE! I told you already…just leave me alone.
Tamaki: Understood. If those are your wishes, my Master and I have no choice but to honor them. But please, just tell me this one thing.
Tamaki: What’s with that lump you’re sitting on?
Kagura: L-lump? I don’t know what you’re t-talking about! There isn’t any lump! You must be crazy!
Tamaki: You’d have to be crazy not to see it. That lump rises above your blankets and propels you into the air as a majestic mountain does to a humble goat.
Kagura: What on earth is that supposed to mean?! Didn’t I tell you to g-go away already?
Tamaki: Score! I’d expect nothing less from my cunning Master. Now let’s see what’s under this blanket~
Kagura: NO! Don’t! You’ll scare hi–
Tamaki: AAAGH! What is this freakishly deformed creature you’re hiding?!
Kagura: It’s a baby…
Tamaki: Gosh, Kagura! I knew you loved that pillow, but didn’t think you loved it that much!
Kagura: Oh quit it! That baby followed me home the day I went to see what was in that package. I thought the box was empty, but he must have been what was in it.
Tamaki: Then shouldn’t the figmas have claimed him?
Kagura: Of course not. He’s clearly not a figma. In fact, I’ve never seen anything like him around here before.
Tamaki: Well, then did he have any form of identification?
Kagura: All I found attached to him was this.
Kagura: That’s why I’m thinking of calling him Jeff.
Tamaki: Wait, why not Kazu–oh never mind…
Tamaki: well, he can stay here tonight, but tomorrow morning we’re taking him downtown.
Kagura: Tamaki, no! You’ve got to let me keep him!
Tamaki: Kagura, all you do is eat ice cream and watch cartoons–you can barely take care of yourself! I wouldn’t trust you with a goldfish, how do you expect to raise a baby?
Kagura: No! I’ll take good care of him! You wouldn’t take him away from me, would you–
Kagura: Big sister Tamaki?
Tamaki: Big S-sister?
Tamaki: Well, what kind of big sister would I be if I did?
And that’s how Kazuto came to live in the house