[b]Ruko[/b] 

The dark haired boy pushed his glasses back up on his face and removed a cookbook from a shelf in the kitchen. He had resolved not to start messing it up again, but at least reading this would be somewhat calming. He paced around the room while scanning the table of contents, deciding to read it straight though, like a novel. [i]There are people at the door already. We'll be meeting them soon. What then?[/i] Sighing, he sat down at the kitchen table and ran a hand through his hair. [i]I guess we'll know soon enough. Maybe this time...[/i]