[ He'd taken a wrong turn, but the girl at the stove was talking to him, maybe? Toge looks around a second to make sure there's no one else.
No one. Well. Okay. Can he get a few plates? Probably. So he goes on the hunt, peeking around the kitchen - he's never been in a restaurant kitchen before and finds the plates. Alright then. He holds his hand over them and with all of the overconfidence of a teenage boy, makes a grab for four of them. He's only got one hand, he can't stabilize this choice and by the time he realizes this, it's too late.
The crash is loud as the plates fall from his grasp and shatter. ] Ikura. [ He grumbles his version of a curse word. Shit. ]
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No one. Well. Okay. Can he get a few plates? Probably. So he goes on the hunt, peeking around the kitchen - he's never been in a restaurant kitchen before and finds the plates. Alright then. He holds his hand over them and with all of the overconfidence of a teenage boy, makes a grab for four of them. He's only got one hand, he can't stabilize this choice and by the time he realizes this, it's too late.
The crash is loud as the plates fall from his grasp and shatter. ] Ikura. [ He grumbles his version of a curse word. Shit. ]