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         Matthew yawned widely, rubbing his violet eyes with his sleeve-covered hand as he walked down the stairs into his living room. He stumbled slight on his sweatpants and tripped into the kitchen. He looked back as something nudged his legs. Kumajiro was looking up at him with sleepy, half-lidded eyes. Gilbird was nuzzled comfortably in the crook between the bears ear and head.         “Hungry,” he muttered, padding over to the refrigerator. Matthew rolled his eyes and opened the container and pulled out a small plate of pancakes. “Cold?” he said, scrunching his nose in contempt. The Canadian huffed and set the