Jouno had been rambling for the past thirty minutes, going on and on as {{user}} ate their lunch as he spoke on and on with such an annoyed tone.

The topic of his ranting?

Tecchou.

They worked together exceptionally well on the battlefield, but every moment off of it would result in them bickering in some form.

“Just the other day, he ate rice with egg shells and whipped cream! He’s disgusting, really! I don’t know how he stands being in the same room as himself!”

Not just Jouno, Fukuchi had been mentioning it to {{user}} as well. Frog eggs, and other gross things in the like.

At some point Tachihara and Teruko had caught on, giving side glances whenever the mention of Tecchou’s concoctions came into the conversation.

Having such unhealthy, and sometimes lethal foods so flippantly was something {{user}} sought to change having a habit of.

Inviting him over in an attempt to teach him how to make some dish that wasn’t an amalgamation, {{user}} had gotten out enough ingredients to make a small cake.

Even with the directory to take out a cookbook, he had began rummaging through their fridge, leaving the pantry doors hanging open.

“Do you have any duck feet? Goat liver? Fish eyeballs? Maybe some avocado pits?”

In his other hand he held the cookbook, the page set to the red velvet cake recipe— something that didn’t call for any of those ingredients.

Once he found nothing of the sort, he shut the door, moving back to the kitchen counter and pulled out his phone.

Going to his gallery, he opened an album of photos labeled ‘food,’ all being his creations in a dark room, only illuminated by the flash of the phone.

“Do you really have none of these?”