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Warnings: nah, could you handle the former chapters can you read this chapter…
Place: Inside the café…
Words: 200 excluding the headline…
'…' thoughts
"…" talk
'I need some sleep…'
Keiichiro grunted, raised a hand to itch his nose and sighed happily in his sleep. On his belly, Mickey raised his head, only to descend into sleep once more.
Both of them remained seemingly unaware of Ryou's watching eyes.
Ryou had come to appreciate his assistant more and more during the latest hour. The first half had gone relatively smooth; customers had walked out and no new had come in… The excuse had been that the café had been reserved for the evening…
The second half on the other hand…
Ryou couldn't recall whose idea it had been to wake Keiichiro up to a table of warm meals…
A splashing noise turned Ryou's attention to Masaya's and Kish's attempts to produce ice-cubes…
'Well, at least they are busy…'
Parts of Purin's and Retasu's advices to Ichigo drifted over to him…
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"Lower the heat…"
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"Here's some salt…"
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Pie and Tart did some strange course. Leaving Minto and Zakuro to set and decorate the table…
Ryou'd almost made up his mind; 'When dinner's over, then I'm going to sleep on that couch…'
He nodded to himself.
So, why did he feel so guilty about leaving the dishes to Keiichiro?
