WHO: Ken and Axel WHEN: Tuesday evening WHERE: The Panquake House WHAT: Sneak attack!
Ken was unfortunately well aware that he was falling behind in this Kissing Olympics thing. It wasn't his fault, okay? It was just that for some reason he seemed to be incapable of occupying the same physical space as any other member of the band (or Nina) without something getting in the way. Like, he was hardly going to sacrifice what should be perfect marks because he had to rush through it so they could practice something or talk about gigs.
Still, he had a reasonable amount of confidence in himself. He was biding his time. He had plans. Or he was pretending to have plans, or something. Anyway. He had other focuses at the moment, like, for example, getting a snack, because he had somehow missed dinner. People wondered how Ken stayed so skinny when he ate so poorly, and while a ludicrously good metabolism accounted for a lot of it, distractedly missing meals might be a bit of it too.
Thus, not expecting to run into the others - the house was quiet tonight - he wandered into the kitchen and opened the icebox, and frowned at the contents, trying to work out if people had eaten what he wanted to eat or if moving things around would be any use in locating the mini frozen pizzas.