Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I had my elbows on the table, my chin on, and my memories looking back spitting an overly irrational day. A detour detour that is repeated all the time. How the hell do you want to roll back? It would be an impeccable reality anyway. Do you like something fancy, like gold coming down from the sky anyway?

Oh, dull. I'm not hungry, though. I looked in the kitchen. I can see the cooks putting the distorted noodles in more and more or lumping the soup. You're doing your best, at that rate, not puffing my soy sauce ramen.