[Moving with a little less coordination the longer he walks, Yamaguchi heads into his parents' room (which looks to be in the permanent state of not-quite-tidiness that signals its inhabitants are coming and going too often to really clean) and slides open the closet. The futon's tucked into the back, and he has to catch on the wall for balance as he tugs it out. Luckily the bedding is wrapped in a sealed bag so no dust will have gotten in.]
Here, Oikawa-san~! [He looks absurdly pleased with himself as he hands the futon over.]
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Here, Oikawa-san~! [He looks absurdly pleased with himself as he hands the futon over.]