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@β┊santa pongsapak It was late at night when Dominic's stomach rumbled. Unable to sleep in hunger, he put on a black zipper jacket to match a pair of grey sweatpants and slid into a pair of black slides. Given how late it was, Dominic ensured to make minimal noises, careful with his steps and the doors. Seeing how lit up the kitchen was from the hallway, curious feet hastened yet subtle as to not deter whoever it was inside the kitchen. A young looking man could be seen by the counter holding a paper as if working on something. The door slowly swung opened, to prevent from startling the other. A smile greeted as feet moving forward, "I'm sorry if I'm disturbing your peace. 'I'll be quiet," not wanting to waste time looking through every food in the pantry, Dominic settled with two packs of dry instant noodles.