there can only be one prince | bel & miko
Ah, the city lights. They were somewhat intoxicating, especially for someone who had never seen such a sight. This is the outside, huh? Sure is. Surprisingly, Miko's eyes adjusted quickly. It was quite pleasant, a slight breeze building, the pavement hard, cold. Perhaps one should indulge in sneakers later. Maybe a tracksuit? Perfect weather for a job. But at the moment, the necessity was to buy some groceries. While the crown prince hadn't even bothered to meet her roommates, she was extremely convinced that their opinion was not necessary nor needed.
Miko knew what was good for them. Obviously. Her shopping list was a simple one: eggs, chips, cilantro, lettuce, rice, some pots, pudding, pasta, soy sauce, tomatoes and the favorite: instant ramen, chicken flavor. She poured over it over and over again proudly. Surely, all bases were covered! Miko was pleased. Well, for a moment.
There was a mop walking the opposite sidewalk. The crown prince couldn't help but glare. For some reason, that thing seemed rather disgusting. Get a fucking haircut, bro.