Four pair of eyes stared unhappily at him. Nakai can feel the hostility coming at him but he chose to ignore happily.
" Firstly we need to get some baby stuff." He decides excitedly. " What does a baby need?"
None of his room mates is ready to answer him. All four of them are squeezed into one small couch and presently fact their stony stares are turning into unhealthy glares.
Takuya shifts his tightly wedged buttocks slightly as he lean forward to rest both his elbows on his knees and clasp his hands lightly, his eyes wide and shining with unyielding frustrations. Goro sat very still, leaning against the back of the uncomfortable seat with his legs crossed elegantly. His shimmering eyes hard and still. Tsuyoshi's lips are pressed firmly together into a thin line as he sat leaning heavily against Shingo. His eyes are sleepy and kind but his stiff back spoke of the silent protest within him. Without much space left to accomodate his large physique, Shingo let his upper torso drap over the armrest as he grimaced at the stiffness his hips and legs are starting to experience.
" Milk?" He continues to ignore them, rattling off his soliloquy with relish, stealing a quick glance at the baby sleeping in his basket crib.
" I am not listening to this joker any longer." Takuya remarked angrily, shooting up from his seat. Goro and Tsuyoshi felt relieved as they shift to take over the empty space suddenly made available. Unfortunately this loud outburst woke the baby up promptly and they are rewarded with loud ear splitting whines and wails. With a look of defeat, Takuya fell back into his seat again, spearing his narrow rump onto two separate bony knees.
" Owwww ~" Three loud inhuman howls joined in the earth shattering chorus.
Shingo frowned rather disapprovingly before he stood up to hold the baby in his arms. As the pathetic cries dies down into gurgles, Takuya is rubbing his sore bottom begrudging while Goro and Tsuyoshi inspect their knees for damages.
" Haahaaaa ~ haahaaaa......"
Nakai is all curl up in his seat guffawing so hard he looks like he may die of suffrocation any minute.
" SHUT UP!" Four loud angry growls raised in union as the baby starts her crying routine immediately.
