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Wow, if this place is this fancy, then the kitchen must be friggin' amazing! Ayame suddenly thought, stars appearing in his eyes as he daydreamed about the kitchen. He was pulled out of it when he heard a stomach growling. He was very good at hearing stomach growls; when he lived with his brother he had often had to be able to tell when Daisuke needed to eat something, especially if Ayame had been at work and Daisuke was too sick to talk. Because of this, Ayame practically had a stomach growl radar. He turned to see a girl run at him, presumably to get a closer look.
Ayame simply smiled at her, his bangs falling in front of his eyes a little bit. "Hi!" He greeted her warmly.
"I would of never guessed I would be staying with Ayame Moriyama, it must be my lucky day."
"Oh wow, you know my name! That's so cool, the lead singer of No Limits watches my show!" Overexcited, Ayame took her hands in his own. With a pleased but surprised look on his face, he told her, "You have such a beautiful voice! I really admire your singing talent!" Realising that he was going a little over-the-top, he dropped her hands, blushing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so rude." He apologised. He took a step back and bowed to her. "Let me properly introduce myself. Ayame Moriyama, at your service." He straightened back up, placing a hand behind his head. "but I guess you already knew that. Anyway..." He trailed off, distractedly waving a friendly hello to those who briefly acknowledged him. He turned his attention back to Itsuki. "Anyway, I couldn't help but hear your stomach growling earlier. If you give me just a few moments to put my stuff away, I'll be happy to cook something for you." Ayame smiled, picking up his bags. "Do you have any requests for dinner tonight?"