abd not a floor

The house was clean and organised, far more so than the little cottage masashi kept. The odd smell that other people’s homes had had faded from Masashi’s sense from his frequent unprompted visits over recent months.

Masashi admired various knick-knacks and keepsakes around the house as he finished frying up a big breakfast for himself and Aei.
Given how far gone she’d been the night prior he imagined she could probably do with a decent meal come sunrise.

He hummed a tune whilst he cooked, though it sounded more like a shanty, abd occasionally rolled his neck and shoulders irritably. The night’s sleep on Aei’s floor had not been kind to him.