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Chou didn’t do well dwelling on serious events, for him it was easier to acknowledge something happened, briefly, and then move on with this life. In most cases it was a tad extreme and now manifest in him sleeping a few hours and then deciding to go straight back to work in the forest. It was early in the morning, most were still likely trying to shake off the events of the blood moon, and he merely walked down the street as though it were a normal day and he’d not killed someone hours earlier.
He did pause in his walk when he noticed one place open: Hell’s Kitchen. It reminded him he’d forgotten to eat breakfast in his haste to leave this morning and his rumbling stomach only confirmed the thought. He debated for a moment before giving into his body’s needs and heading into the restaurant with plans for a quick meal, opening the door as his illusory butterfly fluttered in first. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been here and looked around for a few moments before finding a woman he vaguely recognised.
“Excuse me,” he asked, voice soft and even as the butterfly took a perch on his shoulder, “I saw the place was open but wanted to check, are you serving this morning?”
