Finally, Hebi's manager parked the car under some shade as Hebi jumped out, rubbing his arms. Man...I really should of brought a jacket. "Now...Where do we go, Hebi?" Makoto smiled at him and he scowled. He knew his manager shouldn't be here, but there was no way to tell the man no. "This way..." He started to walk to where he's room was, but he heard voices and a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen. He was going to ignore it, but his stomach growled and he couldn't resist the smell any longer. He motioned for Makoto to follow him. "Am I going to meet your family now? What a wonderful moment!"
Hebi walked into the kitchen and stared at the stew, remembering he hadn't ate anything at all today. "I'm back...,"he sighed as he pointed to his manager behind him,"this is...don't mind him."
"That is no way to treat your manager!" Just shut up.