[They could, but Chuuya's taking the scramble to produce food as something of an indication that this place might be needing help to keep up with the growing population. Hopefully he's wrong, but if he's not...
The fire is a welcome source of warmth, after the dip into the water, and once Chuuya has the fish cleaned and set to cook, he squirms out of his unfortunately leather jacket with a grimace and lays it across a stone to dry.
Ugh. Wet leather always sucked. But the fire was nice and warm, and for the first time since seeing Dazai, Chuuya's content to focus on roasting the fish perfectly, his voice only a nominal deadpan in response.]
Yeah yeah. I don't particularly trust your cooking anyway, so this is better for my sanity and stomach both.
[And in response to that compliment is... Chuuya almost seeming to agree to Dazai's unspoken suggestion.]
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The fire is a welcome source of warmth, after the dip into the water, and once Chuuya has the fish cleaned and set to cook, he squirms out of his unfortunately leather jacket with a grimace and lays it across a stone to dry.
Ugh. Wet leather always sucked. But the fire was nice and warm, and for the first time since seeing Dazai, Chuuya's content to focus on roasting the fish perfectly, his voice only a nominal deadpan in response.]
Yeah yeah. I don't particularly trust your cooking anyway, so this is better for my sanity and stomach both.
[And in response to that compliment is... Chuuya almost seeming to agree to Dazai's unspoken suggestion.]