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A tall, blond male stepped up into the doorway. He strode inside as if he owned the place, his nose high in the air, and his fluffy hair lifting up into the air resistance to his saunter like fluttering golden wings. Even Atasuke was slightly awed. The stunning specimen wore off-white slacks and a crisply pressed, deep blue polo shirt.
"Takehiko Kanegawa," he announced primly. Takehiko then looked from one tenant to the other as if expecting something from them. Manabu began to uncertainly bring his hands together for an applause. When no one else joined in he coughed and fumbled to cross his arms.
"Well?" Takehiko's voice trilled. It almost sounded like silver bells, like dew trembling in the air. "Where's my man servant?"
Everyone stared back blankly. Wait. He was serious.
"I'll be your man servant," Masu purred, licking his lips and crouching low as if ready pounce. Despi