sei thanks him with a smile, taking the seat. ] I wasn't sure if there was anyway in particular you liked your food, so... [ It's already all been set out, plain pancakes and scrambled eggs and such. ]
[ It's odd how easy the quiet morning feels. Sei follows suit, neatly cutting his pancakes and content to let their legs press together just the slightest bit as he eats. ]
I wouldn't mind something like it again. [ are they going to end up playing footsie is that what is going on here. ] Though it seems some people took losing harder than others.
[ He reaches for something situated a little past the rest of the food, sliced mango sitting on it's own plate. He spears it on his fork and then, with a smile, offers it out to Noiz for a bite. ] Try this.
[ like the uncultured brat he is, he leans forward across the table in order to snatch the mango off the fork with his lips. screw taking the fork... he chews it slowly, mulling over the flavour. huh... that's... ]
...It's sweet. [ no shit noiz. he looks pleasantly surprised at the taste, though, blinking very slow. ]
There wasn't really much around where I lived. [ back in his apartment he means. he never really left it and when he did it was for the team. he sighs and closes his eyes, taking the bite offered with another tiny smile. ]
I'll try it later. [ there's a pause and he mulls it over, thinking. honeydew melon? he's certain he's never had that one, either. he finishes up the piece of fruit he's been chewing on and offers the tiniest smile. ]
...Where did you find all of it? [ this fruit you speak of. ]
[ he's being stubborn about this. his nose wrinkles and he blinks down at the breakfast again before a tiny grin appears. it looks a bit mischievous, too. ]
[ He's been so concerned with eating as healthy as he can (if primarily microwavable things is healthy), for worry that he might start getting sick or weak again. ]
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sei thanks him with a smile, taking the seat. ] I wasn't sure if there was anyway in particular you liked your food, so... [ It's already all been set out, plain pancakes and scrambled eggs and such. ]
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[ so it's a bit lost on him!! but it looks and smells good. so he starts to eat, foot not at all resting against seis. of course not. ]
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[ It's odd how easy the quiet morning feels. Sei follows suit, neatly cutting his pancakes and content to let their legs press together just the slightest bit as he eats. ]
Did you enjoy paintball?
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[ he shrugged and continued eating, lightly brushing his foot against seis more noticeably. ]
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Yeah. ...Vietnam tried to stay in even though her gear was gone. [ she was a real trooper, yeah. he wrinkles his nose and has another bite. ]
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[ He reaches for something situated a little past the rest of the food, sliced mango sitting on it's own plate. He spears it on his fork and then, with a smile, offers it out to Noiz for a bite. ] Try this.
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...It's sweet. [ no shit noiz. he looks pleasantly surprised at the taste, though, blinking very slow. ]
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What else is there?
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the lack of fresh stuff in there, man. it was needed. ] Do you want to try it now?
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...Where did you find all of it? [ this fruit you speak of. ]
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[ he's being stubborn about this. his nose wrinkles and he blinks down at the breakfast again before a tiny grin appears. it looks a bit mischievous, too. ]
I'll just have you get them for me.
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[ Noiz is actually five, isn't he. ]
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Tch. Of course I would pay you. [ with money and kisses - ok maybe on that last one. he's still trying to feel sei out??? ]
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Make sure you eat something besides pizza.
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noiz wants to know... he's almost pouting over here. ]
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[ He's been so concerned with eating as healthy as he can (if primarily microwavable things is healthy), for worry that he might start getting sick or weak again. ]
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[ he's still pouting. how can anyone not be in love with pizza. he shrugs and then looks back down to his breakfast, thoughtful for a moment. ]
I never learned how to make it.
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Do you want to? It seems like you could do a lot more with it that way.
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I guess. Wouldn't know how to start. [ he shrugs, clicking his tongue. ]
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I think it'd be fun.
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You'd learn with me? [ he says it carefully, thoughtfully, as if the idea never occurred to him before. ]
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[ the waste of a potentially perfectly good pizza. ]
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