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"Good evening" Madarame greeted his valued customer, with a professional smile. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you at this late hour, but I seem to have misplaced my cap somewhere. When I take it off, during my shift, I usually fold it and store it in one of my trouser pockets, and I was wondering if it might have fallen somewhere on the floor, or in your bathroom perhaps…”
In his desire to offer a very convincing explanation for his unexpected presence there, Madarame had completely overlooked James’s informal attire. If you could even call it that. But putting the dress classification aside, James certainly looked very comfortable in that slik bathrobe of his, and Madarame could see he’d caught him completely by surprise. The way in whe’d tied his robe clearly indicated he’d been busy doing something else when the door bell rang. He must have tied it in a hurry, while rushing to answer the door.
But what could he have been so engrossed in at that particular hour? Madarame noticed he wasn’t wearing anything under that robe, which meant he could have either had a bath, or…
Could he be entertaining a guest? His parents, perhaps? Although Madarame doubted even James could possibly be so disrespectful and ill mannered as to welcome his mother and father dressed in that fashion. Or was it another man? Or more than just one man? There was no way his plan would work if there was someone else in the house.
“Um, I hope I’m not interrupting anything…”
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