to the lovable onlookers just as guilty as I
to the lovable onlookers just as guilty as I
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Freckles just pushes the food around his plate around and around, not really eating anything. He’s looking down at his plate, too nervous to look up at the person sitting across him. All he can hear is utensils scratching against the plate, and Freckles wonders if there would be any eating at all.
He sighs, silent and hopes no one hears, and takes a peek at the person sitting across him. He and Fuyumi meet eyes, thinking they were both being inconspicuous about it. Of course, that’s when they look away from each other as well, quick and red-faced.
“Uhm,” Freckles starts, wants to break the awkward silence that’s settled between them. “How’s dinner?” He hasn’t taken a bit of his, but hopefully Fuyumi has.
“It’s okay,” Fuyumi replies. Freckles tries not to show that he’s disappointed that it’s just ‘okay.’
The thing is, this is the first time Fuyumi’s actually stayed over late enough to have dinner, the first time he might actually stay over for the night. And, more importantly, the first time he gets a taste of Freckles’ cooking.
Freckles isn’t the best cook, but he isn’t the worst either. He had hoped that that would have given him enough confidence for this, but apparently he was wrong. He heaves a sigh again, and places his utensils down.
He finally looks at Fuyumi. “I’m sorry this isn’t the dinner that you expected.”
Fuyumi shakes his head, actually looking embarrassed. “No, it’s the best dinner I had.” He’s blushing, reaches across the table to hold Freckles’ hand. “I guess what they say about eating dinner with the one you love is true.”
Freckles is blushing as well, now curious. “And what do they say?”
“… that it makes the food more delicious.”
They’re both blushing, again looking away from each other, but at least now it isn’t the awkward atmosphere they didn’t like. Freckles glances at Fuyumi again and finally notices that a bit of food is stuck to the side of his lip.
“You have something here.”
Freckles gestures to his own face with his free hand, like a reflection for Fuyumi to follow. But Fuyumi keeps missing, passing over the bit of food all the time. Freckles reaches across, wipes it away with his thumb. He’s about to move his hand away but Fuyumi surprises him by sucking on his thumb.
“Wouldn’t want to waste good food.” Fuyumi says, and Freckles absolutely turns red.
Someone beside them coughs, and their snapped out of their moment and remember that the rest of Freckles’ family is actually still in the room.
“We’re trying to eat,” Ryo says, Ayano beside him, because they’re actually staying over tonight too.
“Awe, I remember when Papa and I were like that,” Strips’ mother says, reaches to her right to hold her husband’s hand.
The Triplets’ parents and Pinstripes’ parents laugh and chuckle at that.
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Freckles just pushes the food around his plate around and around, not really eating anything. He’s looking down at his plate, too nervous to look up at the person sitting across him. All he can hear is utensils scratching against the plate, and Freckles wonders if there would be any eating at all.
He sighs, silent and hopes no one hears, and takes a peek at the person sitting across him. He and Fuyumi meet eyes, thinking they were both being inconspicuous about it. Of course, that’s when they look away from each other as well, quick and red-faced.
“Uhm,” Freckles starts, wants to break the awkward silence that’s settled between them. “How’s dinner?” He hasn’t taken a bit of his, but hopefully Fuyumi has.
“It’s okay,” Fuyumi replies. Freckles tries not to show that he’s disappointed that it’s just ‘okay.’
The thing is, this is the first time Fuyumi’s actually stayed over late enough to have dinner, the first time he might actually stay over for the night. And, more importantly, the first time he gets a taste of Freckles’ cooking.
Freckles isn’t the best cook, but he isn’t the worst either. He had hoped that that would have given him enough confidence for this, but apparently he was wrong. He heaves a sigh again, and places his utensils down.
He finally looks at Fuyumi. “I’m sorry this isn’t the dinner that you expected.”
Fuyumi shakes his head, actually looking embarrassed. “No, it’s the best dinner I had.” He’s blushing, reaches across the table to hold Freckles’ hand. “I guess what they say about eating dinner with the one you love is true.”
Freckles is blushing as well, now curious. “And what do they say?”
“… that it makes the food more delicious.”
They’re both blushing, again looking away from each other, but at least now it isn’t the awkward atmosphere they didn’t like. Freckles glances at Fuyumi again and finally notices that a bit of food is stuck to the side of his lip.
“You have something here.”
Freckles gestures to his own face with his free hand, like a reflection for Fuyumi to follow. But Fuyumi keeps missing, passing over the bit of food all the time. Freckles reaches across, wipes it away with his thumb. He’s about to move his hand away but Fuyumi surprises him by sucking on his thumb.
“Wouldn’t want to waste good food.” Fuyumi says, and Freckles absolutely turns red.
Someone beside them coughs, and their snapped out of their moment and remember that the rest of Freckles’ family is actually still in the room.
“We’re trying to eat,” Ryo says, Ayano beside him, because they’re actually staying over tonight too.
“Awe, I remember when Papa and I were like that,” Strips’ mother says, reaches to her right to hold her husband’s hand.
The Triplets’ parents and Pinstripes’ parents laugh and chuckle at that.