Iwao Sohma
Location: Sohma Mansion Feeling: Irked, Distant Company: Ren & Hyo
Hands still up in the air in excitement, Iwao stared at Ren. Then the spluttering began, and the arms came down all the way to his sides.
“Run the show? As you coddle pipsqueak over there? He needs to toughen his hide before some unsavory character comes along and gobbles him up in one bite.” He sniffed.
“And I could be using the name affectionately!”
When Ren went on to accuse him of sneaking into his rooms, his cheeks became red. He had been so stealthy!
“Then respect the family and take care of your own problems! It seems I was mistaken. Pipsqueak here isn’t the one that needs to do the growing. It’s you.”
He turned to the Rabbit and loomed over him.
“The average Japanese male lives for 81 years, which leaves 58 more years that you’ll have to tolerate my presence, far more than the 7 on average you might have without me.” He brought his face in close, his forehead almost touching Hyo’s, then pulled back and smiled.
“So I suggest you be nice, Hyo-kun~.” And he strode out of the kitchen.
It was unfortunate that Iwao and the Tiger were both the same age. He would’ve loved to give her a dressing down about her informal speech. Once he had rounded the corner into the hallway, he walked faster and his smile melted into a scowl. With his elevated blood pressure, a bath would be in order. It was hair-washing day anyway.
After an hour of washing and applying a hair mask, shampoo, conditioner, then subjecting his hair to a blow dryer, some forming crème and a spritz of hairspray, he emerged from the bathroom, his hair immaculately clean and feeling infinitely better. He whistled to himself as he dressed in his room, pulling on a dark green turtleneck and some jeans. He padded out of his room toting his laptop and slid open a door to the gardens. He arranged himself on the wooden porch. While he waited for his laptop to boot up, he pulled up his knees up and rested his chin, wriggling his toes in the sunshine.