[ Whatever was left out on the counter seemed harmless enough. And it hadn't been out for too long, either! It may or may not have been something left over from a night of cooking at the hands of the stand-in chef. But, details details.
Shirou wakes up the next morning as he rolls over to check the time across the room. ]
Mnn... Eight already?
[ Usually he was up a little earlier. But perhaps it's because he didn't have to worry about making breakfast or getting ready for school that for once, it wasn't such a bad thing. He rubs the fatigue from his eyes, feeling well rested after a night of cooking and relaxing in the hot springs. Any tension in his muscles from before was gone. A little sigh through his nose as he sits up from his futon, arms stretched high over his head with a yawn. ]
That's right. Today's our last day here... [ It'd been quite nice. If their chef was still ill tonight, he'd likely need to step in again. But until then, the redhead would use this time appropriately! Maybe he'd go for a jog around the whole complex to get his blood pumping and help wake him up a bit? Then catch a late breakfast for some added energy. Or maybe catch breakfast first. He was getting ahead of himself again.
Sporting house shoes provided by the staff and a plain change of clothes, he's heading down the hallway when he spots a familiar face coming from across the way. He thought he'd recognized that blue hair yesterday before he got pulled into the kitchen, but now that Shirou could see her face to face once more, he knew. What were the odds? He certainly wasn't complaining as he continues walking until he's back in front of her, a little wave and smile crossing his lips ]
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too much wholesome cooking is going on this weekend. let's fix that.
Date: 2019-05-09 01:15 am (UTC)Shirou wakes up the next morning as he rolls over to check the time across the room. ]
Mnn... Eight already?
[ Usually he was up a little earlier. But perhaps it's because he didn't have to worry about making breakfast or getting ready for school that for once, it wasn't such a bad thing. He rubs the fatigue from his eyes, feeling well rested after a night of cooking and relaxing in the hot springs. Any tension in his muscles from before was gone. A little sigh through his nose as he sits up from his futon, arms stretched high over his head with a yawn. ]
That's right. Today's our last day here... [ It'd been quite nice. If their chef was still ill tonight, he'd likely need to step in again. But until then, the redhead would use this time appropriately! Maybe he'd go for a jog around the whole complex to get his blood pumping and help wake him up a bit? Then catch a late breakfast for some added energy. Or maybe catch breakfast first. He was getting ahead of himself again.
Sporting house shoes provided by the staff and a plain change of clothes, he's heading down the hallway when he spots a familiar face coming from across the way. He thought he'd recognized that blue hair yesterday before he got pulled into the kitchen, but now that Shirou could see her face to face once more, he knew. What were the odds? He certainly wasn't complaining as he continues walking until he's back in front of her, a little wave and smile crossing his lips ]
Good morning, Chidori.