Hei starts wandering up and down the aisles, trying to remember the path they took, but it's as if his shirt has simply vanished from the Plane. Come to think of it, did he lose his shirt before they reached the theater or after? He can't remember.
"Hm..." Hei finds himself thinking more clearly now that he has something other than the awkwardness of this situation to focus on.
His stomach gives a rather loud growl.
"Wait here a minute," Hei says. "I have an idea."
He drops from the Plane and comes back a few minutes later, shivering and now wearing a chef's coat. He had been at work on his break before coming to the Plane, and the restaurant always kept extra chef coats on hand, just in case.
"I think I underestimated how cold Sapporo gets in winter. Particularly when you're shirtless. But anyway." He smiles and nods toward the theater door. "Breakfast?"
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"Hm..." Hei finds himself thinking more clearly now that he has something other than the awkwardness of this situation to focus on.
His stomach gives a rather loud growl.
"Wait here a minute," Hei says. "I have an idea."
He drops from the Plane and comes back a few minutes later, shivering and now wearing a chef's coat. He had been at work on his break before coming to the Plane, and the restaurant always kept extra chef coats on hand, just in case.
"I think I underestimated how cold Sapporo gets in winter. Particularly when you're shirtless. But anyway." He smiles and nods toward the theater door. "Breakfast?"