[It would be a sad, sad day if that was enough to bother either of them. Especially considering the fact he kept working at an item shop, and a private healing gig on the side.
Luckily he won't have far to look; there's a coffee table in the living room. He hasn't bothered with a dining table yet; though there are signs he likely made that table himself. If the scent of fresh wood and callouses on his hands were anything to go by. Takeshi shrugs, 'yeah, it's fine.' Hopefully he didn't look in the pantry; there were ingredients in there that'd make baking it from scratch simple.]
Upper cabinet, second from the left. Drinks are in the fridge.
[...Along with the pizza sauce he made a day ago and jarred it. Shh.]
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Luckily he won't have far to look; there's a coffee table in the living room. He hasn't bothered with a dining table yet; though there are signs he likely made that table himself. If the scent of fresh wood and callouses on his hands were anything to go by. Takeshi shrugs, 'yeah, it's fine.' Hopefully he didn't look in the pantry; there were ingredients in there that'd make baking it from scratch simple.]
Upper cabinet, second from the left. Drinks are in the fridge.
[...Along with the pizza sauce he made a day ago and jarred it. Shh.]