Kiriko felt suddenly compelled to rebutton her jacket, and did so swiftly and before anything else. What the hell was that kind of look for? Normally he'd at least look like he was enjoying it.
"You can't put a TV up here," she deadpanned. "How did you even get the couch?"
She was staring at it now - an old-fashioned looking black thing with spindly legs that didn't seem to have any kind of weather damage. Must be a recent addition, but she couldn't imagine it being dragged up the stairs and going unnoticed, even with Reizo at the helm forcing bystanders to unnotice as quick as they could.
Her eyes slid over to Toru after she was done with the couch. He looked... well, horrifyingly embarrassed. She tried to imagine what had happened and wondered it if had anything to do with the discarded magazine. Maybe not - easily flustered or not, she had him pegged for creepy pervert from day one.
"Ishonomori-san," she acknowledged with a quick nod.