Violet hues scan the nearly-deserted cupboards ─ or, perhaps it would be more accurate to describe them as a FOUNDATION to fill. A starting point. Alright, maybe that’s putting too poetic of a spin on things. But, hey !! There’s really no harm in trying to put a positive spin on a confusing situation─ ‘ confusing ’ being a gross understatement.

At least there’s no present, life or death threat ... unless he were to consider the barren kitchen a contender. But Kaito isn’t too worried. As far as he’s considered, going out for groceries is the least of his worries! It could be fun, even. Especially if he drags his new roommate along.

Sure, getting pulled into an unfamiliar city and being expected to live with a stranger would be a BIT jarring, but Kaito’s faced worse before and he’ll jump on the opportunity to meet a new, interesting friend! Speaking of... 

He’s moved onto the fridge, where he’s spotted a particularly strange milk jug. The milk itself seems normal, but the label? 

“ Hey, Doc, right? ” Kaito beckons, turning to face the other with curious eyes, “ The hell is a ‘Tardis’ , anyway? ”