Ken sighed. He pulled out a chair and sat down with an exaggerated slouch. "I don't want miso soup," he grumbled, trying to channel the spirit of the 'Gaki'. "I want cereal. The one with the chocolate bits."
His mother blinked. "But... you love miso soup." gaki ni modotte yarinaoshi verified
"Hey, Hiroki," Ken said, his voice steady. "Nice socks. Very... lacy." Ken sighed