"Mnghhh… Huhhh…" on the sofa she was, in her grey jacket. Her messy ponytail drooped over the side. She wiped off beads of sweat at the same time she rubbed her nose with a towel.
Her sunken eyes opened up bit by bit as she sensed something hotter puff into her face. If she could smell better, perhaps the scent of chicken soup would be more apparent. Jotou grabbed the bowl offered to her by Kineko.
"Thank you," Jotou muttered and sniffled as she sat a little more upright and adjust her feet under the blanket. The ceramic bowl provided a nice warmth to her palms. Her nose shrivelled, "Carrots?" she picked a slice up with the spoon.
"Don't be picky, I didn't even know you didn't like carrots," Hotaru said from the dining room table.
"I don't mind carrots at all, it's the soggy part," she grimaced and ate the spoonful anyway.
Meanwhile Fumeko gorged down on the breakfast soup, carrots and all. Kineko ran up Kazuo who walked out of the kitchen, wiping his hands off with a towel.
