- { Argh, slow reply again, sorry. >u< I keep going on little hiatuses, and then when I return work and all decides to take the time to pummel me. It's frustrating, but I think Spring's giving me my muse back. cx And for Summer, I just can't wait! Though, I do warn you beforehand, as the end of May nears, along with the beginning of June, I might get caught up in classes for a bit. End term exams n' stuff-- sucks, don't they? I'll still try to reply quicker now, though. c:
Anyways, shall we be skipping to the morning soon? }
Folding his arms across his chest, Hikiro swiveled around and leant back against the counter lining the kitchen walls. For a split second, as he humorously watched the brown haired royal, he swore he saw her expression flicker to some new emotion. Agitation? Frustration? Well, he couldn't blame her; not having her memories must've been a big damper to her day. Taking a glance towards the kitchen door, he saw that Minako and Yata had fallen asleep on the couches. It made him wonder how Minako felt about the situation as well.
Turning his attention back to Kari, a brief thought came to mind as she looked over the milk jug; maybe they were amnesiacs? One of those people that went around forgetting their memories every day or so. But that didn't make everything add up. There was no way they could've snook into their dorm, especially if they were amnesiacs. Amnesia might've been a possibility, but not frequent amnesia.
"Well, you can pretty much toast anything in it," he explained in a matter of fact way, as he leant over and rested his arms on the counter next to the toaster. "Like bagels and stuff of the sort. But it pretty much only does that. It's not an oven or anything of the sort, so there's not too much you can do with it."
Her next question was a little... outlandish, but he made no comment about it's abnormality. The pause between her questions made him curious though; did she have a fear of anything rotten? "If it sits around for quite a while, yeah, it will." As the piece of toast slipped up, he took it out of the small metal box, before turning and heading to the fridge. Pulling it open with a brief tug, he pulled out some butter, before grabbing a knife as well.
And after only a few seconds, the butter was almost evenly spread across the piece of warm bread. Putting the things he had gotten out away, he returned to where Kari stood with the toast in hand: "Tada," he said, with an amused grin adorning his face. Leaning down, he handed it to her with a reassuring, "You can eat it, you know."
