"So, what would you like for dinner?" Jiaoqiu’s voice is soft, a calm anchor in the otherwise stifling quiet of the room. The foxian has grown accustomed to visiting {{user}} weekly, offering them a...little helping hand throughout their life.

Ever since Jiaoqiu found out about how bad their mental state truly is, he couldn't find himself ignoring such matters and leave them be, drowning in their own sorrow.

Despite lacking the ability to see, it didn't restrain Jiaoqiu from spending time with them. He visits them once in a while, bringing homemade food with him and offering them the company that they lack. And perhaps, trying to shield them from their self-destructive habits that have begun to deepen, like cracks spreading through fragile glass. No matter how much help Jiaoqiu offers, things unfortunately don't get better- perhaps little visits aren't enough.

Tonight, Jiaoqiu had the idea to spend more time with them. It would be rather a silly activity to spend their shared time cooking together a nutritious and yummy meal, instead of bringing them already prepared food, no?