Danso's stomach grumbled as he lay there on his bed, staring at his mobile phone. He got up and shook his head before staring out the window to see the beautiful morning view of the city.
"Well, I could get used to living in the DMMS headquarters," said Danso.
He laughed before walking across the room to reach for the door, and as he twisted the knob, a kid already opened the door and slammed it on Danso's face causing him to fall and start rubbing his head in pain.
"Sorry, uncle," said Haruki as he held his handheld console before walking into Danso's room.
He looked at the room for a quick second and started to laugh before running outside the room and calling someone.
"I wonder what this kid will do now," thought Danso.
Today was DMMS's day off. They have a day off every two weeks, but it is not technically a 'day' off, since if there are any urgent missions, they have to attend to them. Yet, Chiro does not allow them to work on their day off, and he completes the mission in an hour or so, then returns to headquarters and rests. When Haruki asked him why he works so much, Chiro patted Haruki on the head and replied.
"Because I enjoy it,"
Haruki came rushing back to Danso's room this time bringing Emily into the room with him. She had one glare at the room and stared at the room in a very judgmental way, and Danso decided to look around and started to have a heart attack.
There were empty packets of chips thrown across the floor, the yoga mat that Danso uses for calisthenics was not folded and placed into his cupboard neatly, and his bed was a mess with his phone, laptop, and blanket mixed.
The scene reminded Emily of a polluted beach, and her eyes lit up with anger as she started to lecture Danso on how neatness is important.
Danso tried to pay attention but failed, which caused Emily to be even angrier, and she activated her playbox and neatly re-arranged everything before storming out, and Haruki grinning at Danso, who just shook his head and walked into the restroom to freshen up.
"This guy is as worthless as a baby in a womb," thought Emily before sitting down at the dining table for breakfast.
Natsuki exited her room and took a seat at the dining table, and so did Haruki after he took a shower. The late one was Chiro, but since he was on a mission, he would be excused. Therefore, the last one to the breakfast table was Danso.
"You know what happens when someone is the last one to the breakfast table and not on time," said Tensei, trying to get Danso in trouble.
"Look into your business, immature brat," said Danso.
"No matter what you call me, it doesn't change the fact that you're going to be punished by having to do 'that'," reminded Tensei.
Danso's mind instantly knew what 'that' was and he started nervously speaking.
"Look, it happens, right? Let me go this one time," said Danso.
"We will if we have a vote, and you win the vote," said Tensei. "So who votes for this guy not to eat the Chiro Porridge,"
"Not me," replied Natsuki, eating her avocado salad and sipping her orange juice.
"I think he should eat the porridge," replied Haruki, stuffing his mouth with waffles and maple syrup.
"Me neither," said Emily while royally eating her toast, eggs, and sausages with a knife, fork, and a spoon.
Tensei smirked evilly while Chiro opened the door to the headquarters and walked to the dining table and saying 'hi' to everyone, and he went to his office and freshened up, and returned.
Danso's mind was rushing. He had to consume the most horrendous food on the face of the planet. Not even animals on the street would wish to eat this meal. How did they know it?
They tested it out a while back.
When Chiro returned to the table, he sat in a chair and noticed that Danso was sweating buckets.
"What happened? Did a woman reject this poor soul, or did some search history of his get leaked?" joked Chiro.
"Worse..." replied Danso.
"Oh no, is it what I think it is?" asked Chiro.
Danso, with an empty expression, said, "Yes,"
Chiro stared at the rest of the DMMS members, who were all holding back their laughter, and Chiro went to the kitchen. The recipe for the porridge was top secret, and no one knew it.
After he was done making it, he brought out the pot containing the porridge and placed it on the table, and served Danso one serving of it.
It looked as if someone had eaten rice and vomited it out, eaten it, and then excreted it.
"How can someone be this horrendous when it comes to cooking?" thought Danso while praying to the Sword God for good luck.
He took a single bite of it and rushed to the washroom as all the DMMS started to laugh uncontrollably.