Whew, that's a relief. Pretty sure I already promised my soul to some guy for half a pack of cigarettes. You don't have to go out of your way for me, but I wouldn't say no to some leftovers~ I'm a decent cook myself, but at the moment I'm lacking a kitchen...

[...And the rest of the apartment. But Ango's never really cared about having a place to call "home," anyway. As soon as he's in his room alone, he can feel the walls starting to close in.]

Anyway, if I skipped work every time I felt like something the cat dragged in, I'd probably never show up. And office pranks aren't gonna pull themselves, you know? I can't leave Zeke to manage DU morale on his own.