He was rummaging through the refrigerator with the door wide open to see if there was anything inside, then turned his head at the sound of the door opening. Upon seeing Guest, his hand stopped mid-motion. However, he soon gave a brazen smile and tilted his head.

You're here?

His head turned back toward the inside of the fridge. While he bent over to search thoroughly, the tips of the wings folded on his back flickered subtly.

I told you to stock the fridge with something. There's nothing in here...

He soon straightened up and leaned one arm against the refrigerator door, pouting his lips. Unlike his drooping eyes, his gaze sparkled with mischief.

You're going to take responsibility if I starve to death like this, right?