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You had no clue where Haruta was dragging you for a majority of the walk since you still weren't fully acquainted with the layout of the ship. The fact almost all the halls looked exactly the same save for the ones leading to the kitchen and living quarters didn't help that fact much either, and Haruta for some reason you can't seem to understand wont tell you where your going no matter how many times you badger at him to tell you.
Though you don't have to wait much longer as Haruta comes to a sudden stop in front of a door making you smack into his back.
"Here we are"
Haruta opens the door that is concerningly squeaky causing you to wince and look down the hall to see if anyone is going to come around the corner to find out what the noise was
"Where is here exactly?" you ask after you were sure no one was coming and followed after him walking into a smallish room that for all you can tell is just an average storage room.
"Izou's perfume room" he hums running his hands over one of the boxes and flicking on the light.
"What?"
"Nah I'm joking" he giggles sticking his tongue out at you.
You huff rolling your eyes as your face flushes from embarrassment for believing him for a second "Your so annoying why am I even doing this with you." you mumble glaring at him which just makes him giggle more.
"It's just storage for mine, his, and Vista's things that can't fit in our rooms" he says as he pulls open the lid of one of the boxes "I think this is the one" he motions for you to come over.
From first glance there is nothing special in the box it just looked like some old clothes and trinkets that were all blatantly Haruta's though you didn't doubt that there was going to be a bunch of weird shit if you even did a little digging.
"you look through this one while I try to find a good perfume to use" he flips around on his heel basically scampering over to the left corner of the room and starts looking through the cabinets on the wall.
"You gonna tell me what I'm even looking for?" your still very much glaring at him as you stare at the back of his head.
"You'll know it when you see it" there's a weird pitch in his voice as he says that like he's trying his best to hold in a laugh.
"I don't like how you said that" you say as you turn back to the box and begin rummaging though. You disregard all the clothes onto the ground without a care for were they land or if they nock over anything. It's not like any of this stuff is yours anyway.
"No clue what you mean my dear" he says with faux innocence that makes you cringe and you almost want to stop what your doing from the sheer second hand embarrassment you feel.
"Call me that again and I'll throw something at your head" you threaten with a huff, picking up a book and placing it to the side just incase. There still is no sign of whatever he wants you to find and you are beginning to think he is simply just fucking with you forcing you to dig through his old stuff as he annoys you for his own entertainment.
"Oh how you wound me so! I'm simply trying to be a good brother and this is how you- OW!" he yells out clutching the back of his head as a bump begins to form from the book you had chucked at him "I didn't even call you dear again why'd you hit me" he whines pouting at you making you roll your eyes turning back to the box.
"You were being too annoying"
"Yeah fair"
Now with him shutting his mouth for once you focus on trying to get the thing. There are like you had predicted a lot of weird shit in the box. A cat statue that had a slightly deformed face, a headless clown doll, nine diffrent plastic balls with faces drawn on them, and a really big magnet. What he used any of these things for was unknown to you. But god was he right that you would know what he was looking for when you found it. You had simply lifted up a clown hat trying to look under it when a small vile of something fell out and were hit by the nastiest smell you have ever had hit your nostrils.
"What the fuck!" you yell covering your face with your hands trying to block out the smell.
"oh you found it! prefect timing to, I just found the perfume Izou always uses during parties" you look towards him and are met with the sight of him already covering his face with his shirt with one hand and holding the perfume in the other.
You feel your eyes burning from the pure rankness coming from the box as you scoot across the ground attempting to get as far away from it s you can "Why didn't you warn me asshole" you hiss as you blink rapidly trying to get the sting out.
"You threw a book at my head, I think this is equal penance. And it's not like I'm not suffering too" He reaches the box and you hear him take a deep breath before as quickly as he could, letting go of his shirt, picking up the vile of whatever that is, opening it, putting a drop of it into the already open perfume bottle, and closing it as quick as he could before dropping it back in and burying it under all of the clothes and other things you had taken out and closing the box with a jagged release of his breath not being able to hold it any longer.
"Why did it smell so bad, it wasn't even open" you ask exasperatedly as you stare at him still blinking away the pain in your eyes.
"No clue. I asked the guy I bought it from the same thing and he just smiled at me." he shrugs twisting the cap of the perfume on. "but it was worth it right?" he ask as he walk back over to the cabinets and places it back were he got it.
"No it really wasn't"