Waking up to the smell of breakfast I toss the sheets to the other half of the bed and slide my feet over the side. Sitting up, groggy and relentless, I start planning how I can steal some food from the kitchen without my house guest noticing.
I slip on a pair of black socks with my favorite stopping point for socks, right before the ankle. Doing this for the extra stealth factor of course. (Mochiron!) (Language Japanese, direct translation = of course, indirect translation = sounding like a gangster with all yo confidence, jk)
Well, I start at a quiet sprint then jump the couch for a crouched slide behind the counter. During my ninja amazing-ness, I steal a muffin off of the counter and happen to get distracted by what my house guest is wearing. Of course, as anyone else would… I slip and make the loudest noise possible.
The girl turns around in her apron, muffin hanging from the front of my mouth, and all she is wearing is a pair of laced underwear and this apron. Oh, my, gosh. Why, oh why me. As she crouches beside me, I honestly don’t think she has a good idea of how to dress appropriately.
“Hey, we never really said any exchange of names but you can call me by my first name, Kana”
“Hey, yeah, ummm~, Kana? Could you, ya know, maybe put on more clothes?”
She laughs mockingly, “Well, I’m sorry to tell you but I love to cook like this as it tends to get hotter in the kitchen when cooking.” She smiles with that damn quirky head tilt again. Like a freakin’ dog or something.