"She explicitly told me not to try to dress up or neaten up the house," Daizi replied, "so I think we are fine in anything. I guess we could bring in some flowers, we don't have too many to choose from, though, since it's November."
"I am going to change," Dark said, finishing up the dishes. Unlike Daizi, he had seperated out his wardrobe into clothes he didn't care if Ivy spat up on and clothes he did care about, and that differentiation was more or less decided by which clothes were easiest to clean. For the most part, then, he had spent the past six weeks in t-shirts while his sweaters and dress shirts remained untouched (plus, dress shirts required ironing, which he simply did not have the time for). But he had no interest in guests to his home spotting him in sweatpants and an old band shirt that had been somewhat stretched out from Daizi's heavy usage of them during her pregnancy. So, he carefully picked a shirt he could throw in the washing machine and bleach, but that also still made him feel like himself and not a messy little gremlin.
Daizi didn't bother changing, and instead, sat down on the couch with Ivy, just to spend a little bit of time with her.