[It's a cold night out in Nonah, and with snow dusting the streets and the wind howling against the paneling of the house, it's definitely one where you stay inside. The house is almost eerily quiet, dim with a few lights pocketed around to give a dull glow. The only sounds that are heard are from the kitchen, and even then, that's nothing suspicious. The kitchen always seemed to be used at some point or another, with how many people are in the house.
Hours pass, and Kaneda makes his way through the house, feet silent on the carpet as he navigates, making his way up or down the stairs. At some point, he'll pass by his room, heels pivoting to enter the room.
And there, left on his nightstand, is a bowl of kitsune udon. Warm and ready, with some chopsticks stolen taken from the local takeout place bridged across the bowl, paper wrapping and all. The broth's warmth fills the air, and the smell carries through the entire room. The noodles are handmade thanks to Aunt Cass, the broth seasoned and seeped with tofu pockets and narutomaki. There's a few vegetables there too, and half a hard boiled egg.
But most importantly, there's a note left on the bowl, written in a scrawly Japanese.
Komacchi.
And with that, he walks out.
Feel free to catch him in the act, or to discover it later.]
Jan 23rd; 10PM
Hours pass, and Kaneda makes his way through the house, feet silent on the carpet as he navigates, making his way up or down the stairs. At some point, he'll pass by his room, heels pivoting to enter the room.
And there, left on his nightstand, is a bowl of kitsune udon. Warm and ready, with some chopsticks
stolentaken from the local takeout place bridged across the bowl, paper wrapping and all. The broth's warmth fills the air, and the smell carries through the entire room. The noodles are handmade thanks to Aunt Cass, the broth seasoned and seeped with tofu pockets and narutomaki. There's a few vegetables there too, and half a hard boiled egg.But most importantly, there's a note left on the bowl, written in a scrawly Japanese.
Komacchi.
And with that, he walks out.
Feel free to catch him in the act, or to discover it later.]