“ i shouldn't be happy just because you're using a discount . . .ᐣ i still think it's nice of youbto bring me along, even with that. ” maybe kou can pay next time so solon doesn't have to worry.
kou curls up within the man's hands⸻if he makes himself smaller, he feels like he's less likely to fall. he quiets significantly but he can't help the occasional squeak, nervous to be carried so high up. he's tall as a human, obviously, but it's so different when he's
the energy of this little hedgehog is … confusing. he reaches out and gently scoops up the tiny critter into his hands, bringing him into the safety of the shop. “you seem like you’re distressed… i wonder why?”
kairi actually used to steal the scraps from our parents' cooking when we were kids. he's a bit like a human trash can, it's very cute.
are you— are you sure i should try again right now .ᐣ i'd hate to waste a second set of eggs . .
lower heat . . that makes sense.
he nods very seriously, noting the tip down in his head. he almost thinks he picks up the slightest change in gaito's expression, but he ultimately ignores it. if gaito felt any certain way he'd surely tell kou.
he usually is .ᐟ
That's why you should start on a slightly lower heat and raise it afterwards.
He's not all that amused by leaving the fairly charred egg to anyone else, but he doesn't say anything for now & does his best to mind his expression on top of that.
As long as he's fine with it.
well, i *did want them crispy on the edges and a little runny in the yolk, but not to this extreme . .
he does his best to offer a small smile, not wanting to make gaito worry.
i suppose i could offer these to kairi so they don't go to waste. he'll eat just about anything.
Technically yes, but cooking it too quickly, too soon makes the edges cook first and overly crisps them while the center can remain too runny.
He gently pats the wolf's shoulder when he notices the slump.
It just requires a bit of patience.
aha .ᐟ the little hedgehog jumps up and down, excited to have caught the man's attention. he squeaks and chitters more; 'i need help .ᐟ' he wishes he could say out loud, but maybe the squeaking will be enough to get the point across.
climbing his way up onto the outside edge of the windowsill, peeking inside. squeaking in hopes of gaining the man's attention. kou has a feeling he might be able to help . .
a soft sigh as he puts away the watering can, leaning against the windowsill to bask in the soft sunlight filtering through the window. what a wonderful day.