“You’re so quick to give up on me!!” Shock and dismay fluttered his words, the only thing louder was his still joking tone that refused to go away. “I made this for you, ol’ buddy ol’ pal!” The shriveled greens rocked around in the stir fry sauce, carelessly dripping over the side of the frying pan that he flung around with him at the door. Smoke fogged up the inside of the house, and despite his humorous tone on the situation, stubbornness refused him to leave the suffocating walls. As if doing so admitted defeat in a way that Hanasaki wasn’t already giving in to.               “... Alright you win... But, I still want stir fry.”