[He takes Rei's hand from his hair, and kisses it, before pulling her from the bed.
In the living room beside the kotatsu, there's a blanket spread out on the floor. Slightly off-center is a large basket filled with assorted breakfast things. Nothing is cute or designed nicely, but the point is that they're not all burnt and inedible.
There are slices of crispy toast, lopsided chocolate muffins, a stack of misshapen too-thick pancakes; in between the "baked goods" are jars of honey, strawberry jelly, and peanut butter. There's also a bottle of chocolate syrup, a canister of whipped cream, and a shaker of cinnamon. Beside the basket are beverages: the entire containers of orange juice and milk directly pulled from the fridge, and a thermos of hot chocolate.
Two places have been set with large plates, utensils, and plastic cups because he didn't trust himself with glass. The kotatsu is providing warmth, but Toki has also set out extra blankets just in case.]
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[He takes Rei's hand from his hair, and kisses it, before pulling her from the bed.
In the living room beside the kotatsu, there's a blanket spread out on the floor. Slightly off-center is a large basket filled with assorted breakfast things. Nothing is cute or designed nicely, but the point is that they're not all burnt and inedible.
There are slices of crispy toast, lopsided chocolate muffins, a stack of misshapen too-thick pancakes; in between the "baked goods" are jars of honey, strawberry jelly, and peanut butter. There's also a bottle of chocolate syrup, a canister of whipped cream, and a shaker of cinnamon. Beside the basket are beverages: the entire containers of orange juice and milk directly pulled from the fridge, and a thermos of hot chocolate.
Two places have been set with large plates, utensils, and plastic cups because he didn't trust himself with glass. The kotatsu is providing warmth, but Toki has also set out extra blankets just in case.]