The kitchen of the tenant had turned into a war zone in the attempts of finding something that Sukiyaki-Chan would eat. A squeal of joy came from the tiny monomakia as it stumbled upon something it light. Soon enough, Sukiyaki-Chan was nibbling on a healthy green piece of lettuce. The other occupants of the room observed the mess that had been made.
"Hmmm…. What a disaster," Grandpa Shuta said scratching his head as he studied the damage. Marin picked up a fallen bowl off the floor and brought to the sink. It was a start to the cleanup they were about to get into. Malen picked up several plates with his paws and placed them in the sink.
"At least we found something Sukiyaki-Chan likes…" Marin said conversationally. She was unsure if she had actually been heard. No one appeared to be paying to attention to what she had just said. Sukiyaki-Chan was still nibbling, Grandpa Shuta was looking at a new hole in the wall, and Malen's seemed to be out of it.
Marin huffed and scurried off to the corner of the kitchen where a rather nasty looking pasta stain was located. At least she thought it was pasta sauce. She really hoped it was pasta sauce. Suddenly Malen snapped out of the daze he seemed to be in and got into battle position. Sukiyaki-Chan started to squeal hysterically.
"What on earth is going on?" cried Grandpa Shuta. A loud boom from outside was his answer.
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I wanted to post it early, so I didn't forget. I hope you enjoyed it, Mounkey. This is James, signing off.