The new man. Kumatora scoffed, already not liking the drab look on him. He carried himself in a conversation with Teddy well enough, but what did he have to bring to the house.
"I do maintenance."
All right. That was okay in her book. The portion of the ceiling in her room needed fixing. But aside from that, she made it clear during meals and game times of her distaste.
"You don't like me?" Duster simply said.
"No." She answered just as simple.
"Well, get over it." This remark earned him an amused yet satisfied look on her face.