“ whatttt .ᐣ.ᐟ THEE satoru gojo of the gojo clan, the strongest sorcerer of today, HATES ME .ᐣ.ᐟ oh my goodness what ever will i do .ᐟ ”
she presses a hand to her chest as if she was actually offended.
she is left with her thoughts for a few moments, a hand pressed to her cheek to feel the warmth that accumulated there. hm . . . she thinks nothing of it, finishing the last of her muffin and then heading in his direction.
the promenade will help, he hopes. ‘ when you’re done with your breakfast, i’ll wait for you at the door. ’ one last smile before walking out the kitchen.
she indulges in the occasional snack, something way too salty for a normal person. though, he'd be right; her diet mostly consisted of alcohol and seaweed.