i don’t know who that is.

shinjiro saturday.

‘bweh’ indeed.

(pat pat.) i dunno why, ken. some things in life just can’t be explained.

One word. Ken.

He tried making a pizza.

An extra cheese pizza, yes.

It’s fine, I can always go out to get more. . . Ken is pretty bummed out.

. . . it’s nothing I can’t handle.

“ . . . mm. ” His eyes had been closed, opening them only to look slightly irritated like always. Sitting all by his lonesome. What’s new, eh? “ . . . I’m fine. ”

“ Mm. ” Nobody wants to be annoying. It just so happens that he finds almost everything to be annoying. His eyes continue to watch her. Now staring in complete silence. A man of many words, as always.

“ . . . ” It’s like a call of some sort. A call to join him in the kitchen — which is exactly what he’s going to do, getting up from his seat.

<- actually slept for once.

Yawn.