[The early bird catches the worm, but Hinata prefers cereal.]
[The blunette would stumble out of his room at some point in the afternoon, scratching himself inappropriately and yawning loudly enough to draw attention, stretching his arms into the air and popping his back theatrically.]
Ahh... Good morning, Otonashi-kun! [Yes, he sees you, Noda. He's just choosing to ignore you.]
[...Until he sees the bag of chocolate chips in Noda's hand.] ...Are you making cookies, Noda? [You know. Housewife stuff.]
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[The blunette would stumble out of his room at some point in the afternoon, scratching himself inappropriately and yawning loudly enough to draw attention, stretching his arms into the air and popping his back theatrically.]
Ahh... Good morning, Otonashi-kun! [Yes, he sees you, Noda. He's just choosing to ignore you.]
[...Until he sees the bag of chocolate chips in Noda's hand.] ...Are you making cookies, Noda? [You know. Housewife stuff.]