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[hr]AND I AM DONE WITH MY GRACELESS HEART
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KUROH YATOGAMI IPSUM
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[align=center][font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]SO TONIGHT I'M GOING TO CUT IT OUT AND THEN RESTART
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Shiro was likely planning out their next move against JUNGLE regarding the Slates, Neko was... probably being Neko, and Kuroh was stuck with the extremely intriguing task of doing absolutely nothing. To say the very least, he was bored. There was a striking amount of zero things to do here. At least back at Shiro's apartment he could actually do something, at HOMRA he could likely discuss things with the clansmen, at Scepter 4 he could do the same, but... now he had to find himself sitting, twiddling his thumbs and waiting for the world to end. Frustrating, really. He despised being unproductive; he knew he could do far more than just sit around, but he couldn't bear to disturb his King in such a dire situation. Of course, he wouldn't bother to attempt conversation with Neko, when all she'd do was complain. The male heaved an irritated sigh, leaning against a tree nestled within the forest.
What was he to do... His icy gaze would sweep over his current surroundings, attempting to think up an answer to the question he'd asked himself. He'd been stumped on the query ever since they'd arrived at BlizzardClan. Well, perhaps he had one thought to occupy himself with, and that was, 'where is the Silver King?'. Now that said King was here, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. Perhaps visit Anna Kushina? He decided against going to Munakata Reisi, seeing as he'd been relieved of his position in the Blue Clan. There seemed to be a lot of drama going on with them, wasn't there? First, Fushimi Saruhiko quitting Scepter 4 out of spite, second, Munakata being demoted by the Prime Minister, and on top of that, the power of the Slates was now spreading throughout Japan. What a mess it was.
After digressing a bit, he recalled the topic at hand. He tried to think of what someone in his position would do. What would Ichigen-sama do? he'd muse, before a fantastic idea popped into his mind (fantastic for him, anyway). The male then proceeded to whip out his voice recorder. He'd carried it around with him for years upon years, and always went to it when he was stuck, or needed to know what to do. There were six buttons on it, and a speaker at the bottom. He clicked one of the lit up buttons.
"One who ventures must always see to it that he never travels on an empty stomach."
His face lit up, practically sparkling with joy and inspiration as he heard the words emit from the recorder. A gleeful grin spread across his face as he practically seemed to sparkle with delight. Of course, how hadn't he thought of it earlier? Just because he was in foreign grounds did not mean he couldn't cook-- it was just a matter of acquiring the kitchenware necessary for cooking. [b]"Such wonderful words," the clansman breathed to himself, still evidently pleased by his late master's statement. With that, Kuroh was off, wondering if he'd brought his briefcase with said kitchenware in it. He ventured down to the cabins below, and found that it was leaning against the cabin's wall. He was quick to get to work, whipping up his clan's usual foods for a hakumaitou. He set the foods down onto the table (which, unfortunately, was not the same as their usual apartment's coffee table), wondering if Neko and Shiro would come join him. He'd be severely disappointed if not, but he didn't intend to show that.
&& i had to
rushed the ending oops + excuse the horrid attempt of an ichigen miwa quote rip me
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