[ He's not entirely sure how he ended up on this side of the counter but there Mitsuki is, stirring the next batch of dough for the fryer. It feels wonderfully familiar, even if he'd rather be finding out where the performers are, but then he's distracted from both his longing for a stage and his stirring.
He knows that hoodie anywhere, but even more than that, he knows that foodnado happening anywhere. ]
Oi, Tamaki! Slow down, you'll get a bad stomach eating so fast!!
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He knows that hoodie anywhere, but even more than that, he knows that foodnado happening anywhere. ]
Oi, Tamaki! Slow down, you'll get a bad stomach eating so fast!!