[ That. . . sure was a memory, and not one that Inaba necessarily liked, for various amount of reasons. When her eyes flutter open, she just finds herself staring at the ceiling, mulling it all over in her head a little, many questioning thoughts popping up in the back of her mind that she's uncertain to actually ask.
Does she even want to, at this rate?
The smell of food cooking does surprise her, however; enough to make her stir out of bed and change into something more appropriate for the house instead of the outdoor clothes that she collapsed in. Her indoors clothes weren't anything extravagant though; a sweater with a short skirt and thigh highs - something that seemed more cute than what she usually wore, that she usually preferred, as she usually wore pants and a lot of blacks and greys instead of the bright pinks that she had on now.
She doesn't even bother checking what time it is when she walks down the stairs to where the kitchen is. ]
top ten anime betrayals right here
Does she even want to, at this rate?
The smell of food cooking does surprise her, however; enough to make her stir out of bed and change into something more appropriate for the house instead of the outdoor clothes that she collapsed in. Her indoors clothes weren't anything extravagant though; a sweater with a short skirt and thigh highs - something that seemed more cute than what she usually wore, that she usually preferred, as she usually wore pants and a lot of blacks and greys instead of the bright pinks that she had on now.
She doesn't even bother checking what time it is when she walks down the stairs to where the kitchen is. ]
. . .Berserker?
[ Is he still in the kitchen? What's he making? ]