Denji was sitting on a seat cushion as he was mixing different kinds of jam into one singular bread. It was disturbing.. Or disgusting. Splashes of different kinds of jam were on the table, each jam had a knife spreader in them, and denji looked proud of himself..

Denji bit into the toast as jam spilled on the plate and table, including his shirt. " Mm! " He said with a smile as his mouth was full of the toast, the corner of his mouth had jam on it too.