Josen gave his Stand a thorough tongue-lashing for its head full of indecent nonsense, and this time, F-kid did not dare talk back.
After all, he had been the one to come up with those strange ideas first.
F-kid: I'm just a Stand, and a Stand is the manifestation of its user's mental will, so...
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Josen: Shut up! You white-haired fool, you gray-bearded old scoundrel! Say another word and I'll eat your flesh raw!!
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Having finished his daily friendly interaction with his Stand, Josen sent F-kid to the kitchen to prepare the dinner ingredients he had been longing for.
After all, if they were late getting to chores like these, Genos would definitely snatch them up when he got back from walking the dog.
Don't ask. It was just men's damned competitive streak!
Josen stretched, got up from the cushion, and headed toward his room.
Drawing cards was a relatively private affair, after all. The master and disciple would also have to build a doghouse for Rover when they got back, so he might as well leave the living room for the two of them to mess around in.
With both the First and Second Housekeeping Stars gathered at home, even the messiest room could be restored to spotless condition anyway!
Where there were people, there were rivalries. Where there were two people with the same housekeeping talents, there was cutthroat competition!
As usual, the first thing he did after returning to his room was shower. Although Josen was wealthy now-meaning his number of card draws had reached six digits-he still could not dispense with the proper ritual.
The rushing water gradually stopped, and Josen walked out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist, perfectly round droplets rolling over his pecs.
His