awkwardly pat teruya's shoulder. )
i will try to be home more. i like getting to see you. you know you can always text me, right .ᐣ i could make time for lunch maybe . . or authorize you to visit the company while i'm there.
( * he mirrors teruya's frown with a sympathetic pout of his own. )
i'm proud of you for working hard, but you should make sure to rest as well. you can't do your best work when you're tired or too stressed . .
( * trailing off, he raises a hand to only somewhat
Ah, no wonder you're never at the dorm when I am. No fair...
[He frowns a bit but holds back from a full-on pout. That wouldn't be cool.]
Yeah, I've been busier than usual...nothin' new though. School /and/ personal music stuff.
really had just been an unfortunate slip due to the blade getting a little stuck.
“ normally i practice with ryuusei—kun . . cooking, i mean. he guides me a lot. but he's been busier as of late, so i guess my few skills have gotten a bit rusty . . . ”
though he can't argue with gaito's logical reply, kou practically deflates anyway.
he knows very well how injuries can escalate due to all sorts of factors thanks to regular lectures from the pack's leader, but that doesn't make it any less disappointing to be reminded how
"It can /become/ a big deal if it's not dealt with quickly." Gaito replies without missing a beat, carefully cleaning the cut before placing a bandage over it.
It's been a /very/ long time since he last had to handle a kitchen-related injury regarding himself+
because that's what people do when they know what they're doing. my dad always cut fruits that way when i was young, but i probably should have used a cutting board . . . ”
the fingers of kou's non—injured hand tap idly on his thigh as he explains what had happened. it
kuro . . what a similar name to his own. as kou thinks about it, gaze analyzing the other's face, he's struck again by a strong sense of some kind of connection.
there's just something so *familiar about kuro's features that he can't put his finger on.
When the boy turns his sketchpad towards Kuro, his eyes immediately go wide.
He stares in absolute, dumbfounded silence for a good long while, not fully processing any of the words the other is saying.
What especially catches his attention is the way the stranger+
kou were being snooty. he can't help that he's so monotonous, though he does try to overcorrect by being quiet and gentle when he speaks.
“ i can tear it out for you now, and give you a second piece of paper to put on top so nothing stains your hands or clothes. would