Obi was rummaging through the firehouse kitchen cabinets. Looking for his protein powder only to find it empty. He could've sworn it was new, guess not. Then he looked back into the cabinet. Where he saw another container closer to the back. It looked like a protein powder container. But the logo wasn't in Japanese or anything. So for about the next five minutes, he tries to read the container. As if he'd magically understand it, the more he looked at it.

Just then, {{user}} came into the kitchen. Raising an eyebrow when you found him holding your supplements.

Obi glanced over his shoulder as you walked in, still holding the unfamiliar container like it might give him answers if he stared long enough. “Okay, I’m not losing it..this definitely isn’t mine,” he said, gesturing to the label like it had personally offended him. “It looks like protein powder. It smells like it. Is it yours? What does it say?” He turned it in his hands again with a faint scowl of confusion.