Bunta gets right to work preparing a baking sheet and fitting eight slices of bread on it while the oven preheats. Microwave-softened butter, cinnamon, and sugar mixed together in a bowl. With his back to the table, he misses Yukiko's arrival until he hears her question.
"Oh! Good morning. How's my snowflake?"
He's as cheerful as usual, but her question to Yukimura has Bunta looking him over. He does seem a little flushed. With Yukimura's fair complexion, it doesn't take much.
"Do you want to lie down until breakfast is ready? It's okay, I'll call you." Whether he was exhausted, embarrassed, still feeling the alcohol, or actually falling sick, Yukimura deserved the chance for a small escape.
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"Oh! Good morning. How's my snowflake?"
He's as cheerful as usual, but her question to Yukimura has Bunta looking him over. He does seem a little flushed. With Yukimura's fair complexion, it doesn't take much.
"Do you want to lie down until breakfast is ready? It's okay, I'll call you." Whether he was exhausted, embarrassed, still feeling the alcohol, or actually falling sick, Yukimura deserved the chance for a small escape.