The Least Common Denominator

LVI.IV Precision

Dinner has always been a quiet affair for me. Having been raised in a semi-oppressive household in my first life, the solitude of eating alone was more of a reprieve as opposed to the lonely image that it would evoke to anyone that would notice. It wasn't like my parents wanted to eat at the same time anyway; what with our constantly conflicting schedules and habits. I ate alone at a time far too early for normal people to eat. Meanwhile, my parents would always eat over an hour or two after me; the actual normal times that society deemed it to be breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was weird as a kid, but I just got used to it.

Not to mention, it was healthy for the metabolism to eat at earlier times as opposed to eating late at night.

This all changed in this world, however. With a loving set of parents and constant companions, eating had somehow become a lively affair at times

MokouFriedChicken

The train is officially back on the tracks after two volumes worth of material. It was ridiculous, but I had fun with it and that's all that matters.

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