Kita finally has a name for this state. He's flustered. Has to take an intentional breath, the way he does before some games. It's all right. He's never practiced this, but isn't that what dates are for?
[Kita's hardly a picky eater. Would have been happy with whatever came out of the cooler.
But this is specific. For him. Because, in passing, he mentioned liking Tuna Mayo. It's a strange feeling. Being the focus of observation. Kita's not quite sure what to do with it.
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[Feeding like that. Romantically.
Kita finally has a name for this state. He's flustered. Has to take an intentional breath, the way he does before some games. It's all right. He's never practiced this, but isn't that what dates are for?
This is practice.
Steadied, he lines up the drinks for inspection.]
Matcha, melon, grape, and apple.
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Melon, please.
[He opens his cooler and hands a large onigiri that had tuna mayo filling over to Kita.]
Here you go.
[He pulls out a plain one for himself.]
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Thanks for the food.
[- He takes the first bite. Eyes going wide.]
You made...
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[He takes a bite of his own.]
I've been making these since I was little. First thing I helped my mom make when I was six.
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[Kita's hardly a picky eater. Would have been happy with whatever came out of the cooler.
But this is specific. For him. Because, in passing, he mentioned liking Tuna Mayo. It's a strange feeling. Being the focus of observation. Kita's not quite sure what to do with it.
Except keep eating.]
It's really good, Osamu!