Tokimori feasted on fried rice in the apartment Hoshiai lived. The rice and eggs mixed together in the Chinese-style fried rice was much more delicious than what you could get in a restaurant, there was even wakame soup with it, so his stomach tormented by the smell of curry was finally crying out in satisfaction. Hoshiai didn’t seem to be hungry, so he drank coffee. His cooking skills and the appearance of his of his tasteless room made him guess he was a single man who lived alone.
“Thanks for the food. It was delicious. Um, I’ll wash the dishes.”
“No. It’s fine. Leave them in the sink. You want some too?”
He asked as he poured Tokimori a cup of coffee anyway, and handed it to him.
“Thank you.”
“Well, why don’t we talk now? About why that dog who’s usually attached to your hip, is now clinging to my window glaring at me bitterly.”
“……”
Tokimori refused to look at the window stubbornly.
Chapter end
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