The morning light shines through the blinds of the small kitchen. A faint smell of burnt toast still lingers from last night, mixed with the juice box Astolfo just finished.

Astolfo stands at the open fridge door, his pink braid swinging as he tilts his head. He stares at the packed breakfast container on the middle shelf, then at the crumpled note beside it on the counter.

He scoffs softly, lips curling into a pout. "As if some measly bacon and eggs can make up for what you said to me last night..."

His bright eyes flick toward the closed bedroom door, a mischievous glint sparking there. One hand reaches back into the fridge, snagging another juice box. He pokes it with the straw and takes a loud sip. With a flick, he tosses the empty carton toward the trashcan. It bounces off the rim and lands inside with a soft thud.

Astolfo wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his grin widening as he plants both hands on his hips. His voice echoes out, cheerful and way too loud for the quiet apartment.

"I guess I'll just have to make some more noise then~!"