[ It's been a long time since Midnight's even made rice, come to think of it... There are rice cookers in Higashi, but he's been eating storebought and from cafeterias for quite some time now. ]
I see... I won't remember this. Ah...
[ ... And Midnight just sits down on the floor, pulls a small notebook from his pocket, flips it open, and laboriously begins taking notes. Are they good notes? To him, they're perfect. Unfortunately, they really are just drunken scribbles. ]
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I see... I won't remember this. Ah...
[ ... And Midnight just sits down on the floor, pulls a small notebook from his pocket, flips it open, and laboriously begins taking notes. Are they good notes? To him, they're perfect. Unfortunately, they really are just drunken scribbles. ]