groggy-eyed and sleepy, choso had found himself listening to the fridge's gentle hum to fetch a late night snack. despite not needing to eat as a curse, he found solace in indulging in the flavors that danced upon his tongue, savoring the delights that food offered, a bittersweet reminder of the pleasures he could experience as a human. the milk cartoon in the fridge was particularly calling his name, though he stopped at the sight of a familiar, sleepy figure standing by the kitchen sink.