In his opinion, the floor is void of any dust. Everything looks like ... well, like Jade already has a housekeeper. If he doesn't and did all the cleaning up himself, then he can't be half as lazy as Shinjirou thought he was. He tries to find a spot that isn't clean as he stumbles into the house, books or clothes lying around, but there's nothing.

"Yes, I'm familiar with it." Actually, he's having some not so chaste flashbacks. Hugging himself, as if it could contain his thoughts, he shrugs. "Okay, no study. Got that."

He wonders if he's allowed to sit down. Or what the rules in this game, job, whatever, what they even are. Is he supposed to find out by trial and error? He's not very good at not making mistakes and he doesn't want to make the learning curve too steep for himself, just because he's a fuck-up.

Jade takes him out of his worries with a question Shinjirou really didn't expect. His eyes widen, but then he snorts. "I'm not going to school."