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... I mean, when did y'get all this stuff?
After school was done?
... Then why didn't y'bring 'em then...?
*he rubs his head* Oh, nevermind. I shouldn't try t' think this early in th' mornin'.
*he rubs his head* Oh, nevermind. I shouldn't try t' think this early in th' mornin'.
... Yes, stop thinking, dear.
... Though, uh... Is this all y'needed?
*Sanko's playing around with the training, smiling happily. It lights up!*
*Sanko's playing around with the training, smiling happily. It lights up!*
::It also makes fun cool toy sounds.:: Yes. I mostly wanted to give Sancchan her presents.
*... he seems to struggle with an idea for a bit. Like he doesn't really know why he's about to offer this. but... hell, it's early, classes don't start until, what. 8? 9?*
... D'ya wanna have breakfast or somethin'?
... D'ya wanna have breakfast or somethin'?
I'd be up for it. The three of us can have breakfast. How does that sound, Sancchan?
*blinks up a bit blankly, before the fact that they're talking about food hits. fsddhfh why is she so inattentive*
T-That sounds good! Yeah!
T-That sounds good! Yeah!
So, you two want me to make it, or would you rather Sanshi do it?
'd almost be tempted t' be paranoid over th' kitchen but, 'll admit, 'm curious now.
An' half-awake, but that's 'nother thing.
An' half-awake, but that's 'nother thing.
::Materializes an Apron on her glorious self.::
So, what do you kids want for breakfast?
So, what do you kids want for breakfast?
*... reality is so messed up that I probably won't be able to tell the difference between it and me dreaming.*
Uh... Eggs? Rice? Depends, d'ya tend t' do Western or Eastern style?
Uh... Eggs? Rice? Depends, d'ya tend t' do Western or Eastern style?
*seems to be thinking*
... usually eat whatever niichan makes... Natto?
... usually eat whatever niichan makes... Natto?
Natto? ::Blinks.::
And I can do Eggs and Rice, dear.
And I can do Eggs and Rice, dear.
*eyebrow raise* Uh, "natto". Fermented soybean an' rice, I think is what she wants.
Eggs an' rice are good f'me, though. Maybe miso soup on th' side.
Eggs an' rice are good f'me, though. Maybe miso soup on th' side.
You got the soybeans, though?
And Miso Soup's no problem. My men ate as a staple on the Front-lines of the War of 1799.
::Rolls up sleeves and starts busting into your Refrigerator, if you have one.::
And Miso Soup's no problem. My men ate as a staple on the Front-lines of the War of 1799.
::Rolls up sleeves and starts busting into your Refrigerator, if you have one.::
Uh, yeah, I should...
*he doesn't know if he should question the whole 1799 thing. He definitely has a fridge though, being in a classy Blue dorm and all. Small kitchen too.
The stuff is there. He seems to have left-over rice from last night or something, which is probably why he mentioned it.*
*he doesn't know if he should question the whole 1799 thing. He definitely has a fridge though, being in a classy Blue dorm and all. Small kitchen too.
The stuff is there. He seems to have left-over rice from last night or something, which is probably why he mentioned it.*
::Takes the rice, eggs, and beans. And starts singing and giggling as she prepares food.::
*... he stares for a good moment, before he picks up Sanko from under her arms, her blinking in confusion at the interruption. He tells her to go get dressed or something, which she reluctantly goes and does. ... She does grab one of the frilly dresses though.
Sanshi, on the other hand, just gathers up the bags and puts them out of the way, before going over to the kitchen area*
... Y'don't need any help or anythin', right...?
Sanshi, on the other hand, just gathers up the bags and puts them out of the way, before going over to the kitchen area*
... Y'don't need any help or anythin', right...?
... With what? ::Slices butter and mixes rice.::
... With preparin' this stuff.
Well, I don't think there's a lot of room, and it's not very hard. How do you want your eggs?
Scrambled.
*... he sighs, and at least goes and grabs some drink from the fridge*
It's still really weird y'went an' came this early. How'd y'think this was in th' afternoon?
*... he sighs, and at least goes and grabs some drink from the fridge*
It's still really weird y'went an' came this early. How'd y'think this was in th' afternoon?
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