“...Sooo, do 1 o’clock in the morning pancakes sound good to you too, or is my appetite speaking out of turn again?” The fashionista couldn’t help but ask, knowing that his back-to-back schedule this past week played a significant role in throwing his daily eating routine for a loop. Suddenly he was having a late breakfast around mid-afternoon, after midnight felt like a reasonable time of night for dinner... and now, there was this urgent craving for pancakes? Get yourself together, Kuranosuke. Goddamn. “Unless you wanna go back home? I mean, I did... kind of sort of ask you to meet me after I was done with everything tonight and shit, it’s later than I thought.” Clicking his tongue in blatant frustration, he glanced over at his girlfriend with curious eyes.
“Tsukimi, sweetheart... why did you listen to me and come out here?”
