Jade seems awfully nice this morning, which normally would be suspicious -- after all that's happened in the last twenty-four hours, not so much anymore. Shinjirou decides to indulge himself. No need to prepare his body for a party and damn, the more he thinks about breakfast, the hungrier he gets.

He's halfway through the door by the time Jade speaks up again. Turning around, he crosses his arms over his chest. It sounds like a sensible idea to him, no matter how awkward it'll be now that his mind has cleared up. At least he'll be able to communicate what's wrong, if anything's wrong. "Uh-huh. Why not."