It was one of those nights when Subaru both regretted the late hours he kept and the fact that he shared a bathroom with Kamui.

It was well after midnight, and he had just completed a rather exhausting job. All he wanted to do was collapse into his bed and sleep for at least six uninterrupted hours.

He had to walk past the bathroom to get to his room, however. The door was open, and light was streaming out. He could hear some familiar giggling, so he poked his head through the door and looked.

Then he stared. And stared some more. The vision in front of him was somewhat unlikely, to say the least.

Finally Subaru managed to coax his vocal cords into functioning. "Kamui-san, what are you doing?"

Shirou Kamui was sitting in their bathtub, fully dressed. In addition to his clothes he was wearing what appeared to be the contents of at least five down pillows. Or possibly eight, Subaru amended as he peered into the bathtub.

Kamui turned bleary violet eyes on his latest guest and flapped his right hand in a greeting. "Hiya, Subaru-san. Late night?"

"Yes," replied Subaru in what he hoped was a calm and nonchalant tone. "But you haven't answered my question."

"Your question? Oh, right!" Kamui affected a mock-serious look. "I am sitting in a bathtub full of feathers." He paused and scowled at the older man. "You aren't going to turn the water on, are you? Karen-san came in and did that a while ago."

Subaru shook his head. "I doubt it would do any good." He stepped closer to the tub and picked a glass bottle up off the floor. "I will take this, though."

"But Subaru-san…"

"It's almost empty anyway, Kamui," replied Subaru as he stepped back into the hallway and shut the door behind him.

It looked like Dr. Haruguchi's Finest Sake had claimed yet another victim.

He just hoped that Kamui wasn't a singing drunk.

~fin

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