After spending all those years with the annoying you, how could it not?
(it's just an insult, how could it really bear any real bit when, well, at this point, do any? it's a contest, rather than an intention to hurt at this point.
once the fish is nicely cooked, the stick comfortably held in his hand, a smile appears ever so slightly in the corner of his mouth. it's a thank you, chuuya can tell, so he won't say it, but he'll eat with more disposition than that.)
Woah, so there is something you're actually good at...
(plenty, really. to say he doesn't miss chuuya's cooking to some degree is a lie, but he's great at those, is he not?)
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(it's just an insult, how could it really bear any real bit when, well, at this point, do any? it's a contest, rather than an intention to hurt at this point.
once the fish is nicely cooked, the stick comfortably held in his hand, a smile appears ever so slightly in the corner of his mouth. it's a thank you, chuuya can tell, so he won't say it, but he'll eat with more disposition than that.)
Woah, so there is something you're actually good at...
(plenty, really. to say he doesn't miss chuuya's cooking to some degree is a lie, but he's great at those, is he not?)