[ look, look. you can't just offer a thirsty man an oasis and not expect him to completely gorge himself on what's put in front of him. qi fang went from having a homecooked meal maybe once a month if he's lucky to one almost weekly, sometimes more if he acts really pathetically at reki. this is what happens when he gets spoiled so, really, the one at fault here is reki. just saying. ]
There'll be room, [ he says, or meant to say, but it's hard to make much sense of the sounds coming out of his vegetable-stuffed mouth. still, he'll be good, reluctantly setting the chopsticks aside as he chews and swallows down one last mouthful.
turning back to reki, he watches as nanaka's head begins to get heavier and heavier on his shoulder. ]
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There'll be room, [ he says, or meant to say, but it's hard to make much sense of the sounds coming out of his vegetable-stuffed mouth. still, he'll be good, reluctantly setting the chopsticks aside as he chews and swallows down one last mouthful.
turning back to reki, he watches as nanaka's head begins to get heavier and heavier on his shoulder. ]
Should we put her down for a nap soon?