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He was used to it by now. An empty house, a small portion of homework that required to be done before the night was over, and preparing his own meals during the course of the evening. It was the expected routine for Seta Souji, now presently enrolled in University. He got up from his work after thirty minutes of being heavily engrossed in his paperwork, making his way out of the room and into the kitchen area. He checked the fridge. There was a questionable looking package of meat tucked away in the back corner, but using his better judgement (and the fact that he still hard a chunk of his homework left to complete), he left the plausible meal alone.
In it's place, he slipped some cash into his back pocket and exchanged his slippers for shoes by the door. The sun was still shining, the air was still cool, but in a long sleeved shirt it was doable. He locked up the front door and made his way to the nearest convenience store.
In it's place, he slipped some cash into his back pocket and exchanged his slippers for shoes by the door. The sun was still shining, the air was still cool, but in a long sleeved shirt it was doable. He locked up the front door and made his way to the nearest convenience store.