Kusuo paused, laying his book down and staring up at the ceiling. He shouldn't have said anything about his free time. Being a psychic came with its ups and downs. One of the ups, he supposed, was knowing when something was about to ruin his plans. Wonderful. Well, he wouldn't go down without a fight.

Arriving at the Saiki residence, Makoto paused. It's not like he needed his help. He just . . . needed an advisor! He knew Kokomi well enough himself, this was just giving him a new perspective. He told himself that over and over before finally ringing the doorbell.

Kusuo let a small smirk fall on and off his face as silence reigned. Well, from the doorbell anyways. His parents were laughing loudly at some T.V. show he had put on while he had silenced the ringing. He wanted his free time, thank you very much. And for it to be the pervert, no less? 'Good grief.' He huffed quietly.

Makoto frowned. He thought he heard someone inside, but the doorbell wouldn't ring. Maybe he should leave . . ? No, he shook his head, I'm already here, might as well go all out! He knocked on the door and called out, "Anybody home?!"

Kuniharu perked up, tilting his head. "Hey Kusuo, there's someone at the door, mind getting it?

Kusuo decided that maybe he could live without his father. He opened the door, unamused expression on his face. "What do you want."

Makoto shoved past Saiki, stepping into the house with a distasteful huff. "Well, what are you waiting for? Show me your room, or whatever."

Kusuo's eye twitched and he had to remind himself that his mother was in the next room over and probably wouldn't like him killing a guest. He led the way to his room, 'Shouldn't he remember where it's at? He was here less than a month ago', flopped onto the bed, and stared at Teruhashi's brother.

Makoto glanced around the mostly bare room, then back to Saiki. "Alright, four eyes. Spill. How did you know Kokomi would like your mug better? And how did you switch them, anyways?!"

Kusuo leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands. 'It's pretty obvious that she wouldn't like whatever that blue monstrosity you picked out was.' At this point, he had quietly levitated said 'blue monstrosity' behind his desk before Makoto could notice it. 'I switched them when you weren't looking. Simple as that.'

"I'm her brother and I had no such idea that she wouldn't like what I picked out! It was blue, and blue is her favorite color!" He grit out, stomping a foot.