A Musebox for Flying Squids

Zenigata drags himself upright, rolling his broad shoulders before he straightens his button down. There was nothing for it, he had to eat, especially since he lost his lunch earlier. He stretches out, and then says, "Let's go pick up Thai-- ah, scratch that. Too far, too spicy. There's that takeaway place, with the sandwiches? It's out and around the corner."

He isn't cooking tonight that's for damn sure. He may not have Migraine-san on his shoulder, but he's still tired as hell.