The fiercesome, famished beast inside of Sakurazaki's belly is still not satisfied. In fact, it was keeping her up, although she was actually, for once, incredibly tired. What a busy, amazing week. Even without Jude, but she had full intention to track him down tomorrow. After the stupid art fair, that was going to be her only mission to accomplish. Anyway, she was clunking around the kitchenette, cooking up some pancakes while nibbling on some cocktail shrimp, which she'd been craving ever since
that morning. Then, it's time for curling up with another bad late night horror film. But food is the most important part. Foooooooooood. She still can't settle back against the couch, though. Damn wings.
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