The lights that had been left on all night were finally put out after dawn.
Sunlight filtered in through the window that had been left open all night.
Shuji Tsushima was sitting on the sofa, looking a little dazed. There were faint dark circles under his eyes. He stretched out his fingers and pulled his eyelids hard to prevent himself from closing his eyes.
And Bourbon and Scotch…
The two people's movements at this time were a bit subtle, especially the shoulders, which looked a bit stiff.
The process of whipping cream and kneading dough by hand last night...
All in all, making desserts all night is more tiring than doing their tasks.
Although there is no danger in making desserts, you may die while doing tasks.
But they still prefer to do the task.
But the current voice always makes Akai Shuichi feel very familiar.
"Don't worry about me, just keep doing it." He smiled thoughtfully.
It shouldn’t be like this, right?
"If you are not satisfied, why don't you do it yourself?" Bourbon looked at Tsushima Shuji with a smile and asked.
Shuji Tsushima looked at the desserts that he was not very interested in. After a moment of silence, he took out a can of canned crab meat from under the sofa.
His impression of his younger brother was still in his teenage years.
To Bourbon's ears, this sound was like the whisper of an evil spirit.
He took the invitation and knocked on the door of Sora Sakai's apartment.
"Since we are busy making these desserts, we don't have time to make breakfast and lunch, so you can just eat these for lunch and morning. Even if you eat, there won't be enough." Bourbon suddenly said with a smile.
One area on the rooftop is used as an afternoon tea area, and another area is used to park helicopters.
He really wanted to use arsenic instead of sugar and poison everyone who appeared in a while.
And the time has jumped from morning to noon.
Then the three of them came to the rooftop.
He selectively ignored the other party and continued the work he was doing.
Bourbon and Scotland didn't want to say much about it.
Next time, next time I will throw away all Kao’s canned crab meat.
Occasionally, he would be "accidentally distracted" and throw the knife away, and he would "just happen to" pass by Shuji Tsushima.
"I'm just here to ask, do you want to come with us?" The pink-haired man held up the invitation and asked with a smile.
The afternoon tea area was made into a room with bulletproof glass.
"Go pick up our guests, don't keep them waiting." Shuji Tsushima ordered.
There is no wind, but you can get the sun.
Bourbon continued making desserts with a ferocious smile.
Is it really just a coincidence?
"Dong dong dong." The blond man knocked on the wall of the corridor.
He even had a plan on how to escape from the apartment if he was surrounded.
But when he arrived at the afternoon tea venue, he found that the plan he had thought of before was probably useless.
Then start sorting and making the final product.
Both of them still had faint dark circles under their eyes.
——
It seemed like the other person hadn't started drinking yet, so his voice wasn't as deep as before after drinking.
Bourbon, who had forgotten the existence of canned crabmeat, turned his head away with a not-so-good expression.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Sora Sakai without leaving any trace.
Reminds him of someone... who has disappeared...
"With your current mentality, you can only cook dishes that will make people feel resentful after eating them!" He criticized bitterly.
"What's going on?" The red-haired young man wore a black shirt and a red tie tied loosely, his voice was calm.
"Let's go." Sora Sakai took a black suit jacket from the coat rack nearby and put it on, then closed the door of his house with his backhand.
He walked downstairs indifferently.
Because the venue is on the rooftop.
But the same eyes, similar voices, similar faces...
Shuji Tsushima has already eaten four canned crab meats and is currently eating the fifth.
Scotland, on the other hand, watched the show like a bystander from beginning to end. When his friend was embarrassed, he would politely turn his head away and then laugh again.
Shuji Tsushima sat on the white chair that already existed on the rooftop, resting his chin on one hand with a relaxed posture.
A bit polite, but not obvious.
Although there are some similarities, they are still different. Only the eyes are exactly the same.
Bourbon and Scotland put on sunglasses, hiding their fatigue and dark circles under their eyes so that others could not see them at all.
It can be seen that he still cares about what his friend thinks and doesn't want to lose this friend.
After both Subaru Okiya and Sora Sakai looked over, he said casually:
"Master Xiuzhi asked us to lead the way for you, come with us."
At first, Subaru Okiya was a little curious about where Tsushima Shuji would invite them to have afternoon tea.
Shuji Tsushima was wearing pajamas, his expression was numb, he didn't move, and he didn't pay any attention to it.
After all, it was his younger brother Hideyoshi.
As for how it was moved up...
What he looked like at that time, when he grew up a little...
He swore.
If you think about it this way, these eyes are also...
Even the actions seem numb.
Akai Hideyoshi, Sera Hideyoshi, or Haneda Hideyoshi...
If Bourbon "accidentally" killed him, he would be grateful to Bourbon if he died.
"Hurry up, hurry up, everyone will be here by then, and you haven't done it yet. It would be very rude~" He said in a light tone.
Shuji Tsushima turned a deaf ear and pretended not to have heard anything.
But Hideyoshi has black hair, and Sora Sakai has red hair. Even the roots of his hair look red, and they don't look like they were dyed.
Those blue eyes are very much like his missing father, Akai Mutake, whose life and death are unknown.
Shuichi Akai looked at Sora Sakai's face and thought.
The neighbor on the other side who was said to be a singer was not there, but Sora Sakai should have been there all along.
Stiffly, I took out the prepared things from the refrigerator and put them in the oven.
If you look at it this way, the other person looks very similar to Hideyoshi.
Does the person who killed him still deserve to go to heaven?
"Keep calm, are you worthy of your title of Buddha's God of Cooking?! That's a cooking skill that is said to make people lose their desire after eating it!" Shuji Tsushima pointed at Bourbon.
Shuji Tsushima thought divergently.
Cookies, macarons, cakes, soufflés, baguettes, even big ribs...
It’s still not convenient to have afternoon tea in the apartment.
Even if he goes to hell, he will still pray for Bourbon.
There is a special place for afternoon tea on the rooftop.
The expression on Bourbon's face, who had not heard the title of Buddha's God of Cooking for a while, became even more ferocious.
Shuichi Akai wore a brown suit and a black turtleneck sweater, and the collar-type voice changer around his neck was well covered.
Bourbon and Scotch finally finished their work, plated all the desserts, and placed them on the multi-layer dessert rack specially designed for afternoon tea.
Of course, the piano requested by Tsushima Shuji was also moved to the rooftop.
The space is not small, and the balcony with no obstructions can be said to have an unobstructed view, and no ambush figures can be seen.
"Please take a seat." Two bodyguards pulled out the chairs for Subaru Okiya and Sora Sakai.
"Please drink tea." After they sat down, he quickly poured tea for them.
"Please taste it." After pouring the tea, he placed the desserts on the dessert rack in front of them, smiled, and invited them to enjoy them politely and enthusiastically.