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[It's been years after Ichinose finally accepted his relationship with Rika for what it is - but that's all said and done by now. He's happy with how his life is; moving into their own little spot of America together finally, with an adress that everyone knows and a city that he made sure she would be comfortable in.

Currently, he's got an armful of boxes and he's kind of struggling to carry them in - not because they're heavy, but because they're all sorts of bulky in his arms.]

H-hey, Rika - can you come give me a hand?

[He doesn't have to talk particularly loud, hopefully; but he's trying to keep a hold on their things...]