many fried eggs　Today is the weekend.

　As usual, we started drinking in Kusakabe's room and the date is about to change.

　We have already opened several bottles of beer and are now drinking shochu on the rocks.
　Seeing that the snacks on the table are gone, Kusakabe says.
　
"Sorry, I'm looking for some snacks for later.”
"What's wrong"
"Oh, I accidentally let the eggs expire."
"Oh, I see. I'll help you out."

　Kusakabe bows his head and says he's sorry, he stands in the kitchen and begins to heat up the Teflon pan.
　After lightly oiling the pan, he cracks the eggs one after another and begins to cook them.

　After three "kon-kon" and "jyu-jyu" sounds, Higuruma came to check on him.

"How many eggs are you going to fry"
"Eight."

　Kusakabe sprinkled a little salt, added a little water, and put the lid on.

"I'll put out a plate, as expected. What are you going to put on it"
"Soy sauce."
"Soy sauce"
"Soy sauce."
"Only choice"
"Yes, Choice."

　I put out the plate and prepare the disposable chopsticks and soy sauce, but there is still a little time left.
　Higuruma, who has been watching over us, looks thoughtful and tells us, "....

"...The expiration date of eggs is different from the consumption date."
"Oh"
"It's the expiration date when eaten raw, and if you cook them, they can still be good for a while."
"You know so much about such things, don't you"
"I used to miss the expiration date, that's why I looked it up."

　Kusakabe sighs and looks at the fried egg.
　The yolk, like a full moon, is soft and not quite set.

　Muttering, "That's about right," he hands the potholder to Higuruma, who takes the pan to the kitchen with a frying spatula.

　As he puts a fried egg on his plate, Higuruma say.

"The room is a little smoky. I'll open the window."

　Without waiting for a reply, Higuruma opens the window, and from where Kusakabe is sitting, the moon can be seen in front of him.
　Immediately, a murmur escapes.

"Oh, shit"

　As Kusakabe grows hairier, his ears grow, and his fingernails grow.
　It only takes a few minutes for his entire body to be covered in black, bushy fur.

　Higuruma's eyes, usually a little sleepy, widen in surprise, and for some reason he grabs a glass of shochu (Japanese liquor).

　He takes a sip and asks Kusakabe.

"...Kusakabe, I think I'm drunk."
"Ah.... Sorry. I'm actually a werewolf. I forgot it's a full moon today."
"I've never seen it before."
"Of course you have."

　Kusakabe dexterously held the glass with his hairy, long-nailed hands and drank the shochu.
　Higuruma asks, bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

"Hmmm...I guess fried eggs are not a full moon decision."
"Well, of course it is."
"I see. I see...haha, can you hold chopsticks with those hands"
"I can't, give me a fork... I mean, aren't you afraid"
"Well, I'm surprised, but I think I'm drunk."

　Kusakabe looked relieved and scratched his head as he said, "I'm no match for you".