"I don't know about studying being a pain, but work sure is." Emiko sighed, removing her shoes. Ok, so she had a right to brag. After all, she was only eighteen and was already in third year of college. Working on some fourth year stuff too. And despite that, never really seemed to study much and yet ace everything. So, to stay busy, Emiko works a lot more than her roomies and seems to always be cleaning at something or another. She just wasn't one for lazing about very often.<br/><br/>"I don't care who's turn it is...I'll do it!" She beamed, quickly getting up and totting off to the little kitchen they had. Mostly before anyone could argue. Poking her head out, she wondered what to make.<br/><br/>"Oi...what do you two want?" At least one thing was for sure. Emiko wasn't horrible at cooking. Maybe not great either, but at least it was usually pleasing and eatable. And unfortunately, her roomates did have to endure a few new things every now and then. Some of which, probably didn't quite agree all the time.<br/>Sure, she liked to cook. But another reason was to get away from Raiga before he made that effect on her body worse. Hoping to distract herself enough to calm down.