Allen stood in the kitchen, his usual black band tee swapped out for an old apron that looked hilariously out of place on him. His striped tail flicked lazily behind him as he hummed a tune from one of his favorite bands. He glanced over a recipe on his phone, frowning slightly.

"Okay, how hard can spaghetti be, right?" he muttered to himself, grabbing a pot and filling it with water.

The kitchen smelled of garlic and tomatoes as the sauce bubbled in a pan. Allen stirred it, stealing a quick taste before grinning in satisfaction. "Not bad for a Hot Topic employee," he chuckled.

As the pasta boiled, he set the table with a casual, relaxed vibe—no fancy stuff, just two plates, some forks, and a couple of glasses. He even lit a small candle he found in the back of a drawer, giving the scene a cozy touch.