The Odd Little Old Inn In the Middle Of The City Or Simply: Minari Inn - Always Open!
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In every city, every town, every village, there's that one house. No one is really sure when it was built - it seems like it simply was always there. It has weathered the ages and has seen its fair share of inhabitants. No, they weren't ever suspicous or anything of the like - but it's just a little odd. Sometimes they're warehouses. Sometimes they're just old shacks. And sometimes they're the odd little old inn in the middle of the city.
A warm midsummer sun shone down on the sprawling city below it on this morning. The ways in which this warmth was being made use of varied wildly - from the numerous children playing in the river around which this city had been built over the constant complainers as they cranked up their AC another notch to the simple joy of a well-deserved nap in the sun like many of the resident cats choose to do.
Others, meanwhile, didn't quite follow that trend. One such person was a young man by the name of Takaru Minari as he stood on the roof of the Inn which had been his home since he'd been born. It wasn't the first time he was up on the roof's terrace on this particular morning - he had already completed his light morning training routine before the sun had even begun to rise and upon completion thereof had gone about the tasks and jobs that came with being not only the son of the owners, but also the acting manager of Minari Inn: Laundry. To those unaccsutomed, it would be a rather odd sight - a young man, contentedly humming to himself as he hangs up the recent washload to dry on this sunny day. That alone might no be so strange if it weren't for the fact that he was doing so whilst carrying a wooden sword - and at the same time wearing a floral-patterned apron with various smiley-faced flowers depicted. To the unaccustomed, it was a strange sight indeed.
As Takaru meanwhile pegged down the last of the washload upon the drying line, he began to think of the plans for today. "Oh, that's right - the new residents are coming today!" he remembered as he made his way back down the stairs that connected the terrace on the roof to the second floor below. This was also where the individual rooms were located - though how awake their occupants were was a question all of its own. Takaru toned down his humming so as to not disturb any particularly sleepy individuals as he continued on down the stairs to the first floor, though he would greet all and any that were out and about with a smile, a friendly nod and a cheery "Good Morning". Back on the ground floor, Takaru crossed the living room with its chairs and sofas, its books and whatnots that might have been forgotten the night before and entered the kitchen - after all, there were some who appreciated more than just a slice of bread for breakfast. As he went about preparing a simple breakfast meal and was humming once more, he wondered when the newest residents would show up.