Takato began to write. When he wrote, it was as if he were taking words that he wished to say and putting them on a better place. A place where they could live happily. However, about the time he reached half way through the first page, he began to stop. This is where he usually did. He always approached the question. What does it truly mean to live? He sighed and scratched his head as he thought about it for a moment only to hear the door close. Did he leave? He got up quickly and went to lock the door. He refused to be monster food. Speaking of food, he was starting to get hungry. He began to make his way to the kitchen and throw on a apron before looking around. What could he make.
"Ah. Perfect." He smiled as he began to take out the things he needed to prepare a nice curry. He loved curry and had perfected his own recipe on it. Everyone he gave it to loved it. He began to cook and once the food was placed to simmer, he began to fold his arms. "Well.... Now what?..." He mumbled before looking around. Maybe he could clean. Some house work should help pass the time. He shrugged and then began to clean the house. Another useful skill he picked up. He could easily be mistaken for a house wife. After a few hours passed, he wiped his forehead and smiled. Spotless, just how he liked it. He returned to the kitchen seeing that the curry and rice was now complete. Just in time to.
As the door began to open, he popped his head out of the kitchen and approached the man shortly. "Oh just in time. I just finished cook-OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT?!" He backed away quickly as he looked to the head then to the males wounds. He was speechless. He didn't really know how to respond to this.