I. Like. Waffles.
Sasuke sighed, sitting down at the table. He watched the hands on the clock slowly follow their set paths. He looked around the room, taking in his bathroom and bedroom doors, his closet door, the door-to-the-outside, light-filled place, the kitchen sink, cupboards, counter, stove, microwave, small fridge, and the couch in one corner. But his eyes always wandered back to the toaster. He loved his toaster: with its pink bunnies and flowers…POP! Sasuke raced over to the toaster, smiling gleefully like a child on Christmas day. He picked up his toaster-matching plate and placed the toasters' contents on it. Waffles. Nature's wondrous, grain-group-dwelling food. Sasuke didn't like waffles, though: he LOVED them! He even had pictures of waffles. It was like Naruto's ramen obsession, except with waffles, not noodles in broth. Now sasuke is asking me to leave him alone so that he can eat his waffles in peace.