The poke into the head, combined with Ren's voice, woke Toshi up. He rolled over again and opened his eyes to a tight gap, blinking at the face of the man before him. Food... Oh my, food! Real food! He raised himself to his elbows, and studied the contents of the frying pan for a moment. Well, they seemed... Edible.<br/><br/>"But Ren..." he started, running one hand through his hair, "How can you make food if you can't cook?" Though, he reached into the pan nonetheless, eating the food even though still hot. Bacon... His hands didn't seem to mind the high temperature, and neither seemed his mouth - he stuck the food into his mouth right after, and didn't seem to be bothered about the fact that a moment ago it was sizzling hot. "Well, it's edible. If you wait for me to take a shower, I'll have some more." he shrugged after trying the food out, sliding off the sofa. He was still in the clothes in which he left the house two... No, three days ago. Not a good idea.<br/><br/>The clothes ended up on the bathroom floor a moment later, and he let the warm water in the shower run down his hair, his pale skin, enveloping the thin figure like a precious case, in complete silence. The black strands got stuck to his face, and he gazed into the window on the other end of the room almost blankly. It was actually a relief to be back home... There were people like Ren who were nice to him. And coffee wasn't in plastic cups.<br/><br/>A few moments later, he was already digging in his wardrobe for clean clothes to replace the towel around his waist. There wasn't much of them, so he found something fast - a black T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Simple enough to take little more than a few seconds to put on. In that, he walked over to the kitchen, searching for Ren, or, more importantly, the food (and a cup to make coffee in).