Post by Mako Fujita on Aug 1, 2017 10:53:50 GMT -5
Mako could feel the anxiousness-- the insecurity that radiated off the woman as she waited for his response. If she was so nervous then why even bother? Taking risks like that was going to get her hurt in the end-- shaking his head in bemusement Mako would simply close his eyes and lean back as she clarified she liked the aspects of him. What sort of person liked someone like him? He couldn't even attribute this to selfish desires to help others like Yuuta-- this girl quite literally just seemed to enjoy his personality. He had noted some similarities, certainly-- but he hadn't expected her to stick around after he had given her the lesson that she had desired by any means.
Before he could properly formulate a response, the woman had already hopped up and dashed into the kitchen to finish her cooking.
Releasing a sigh, he sipped the tea and waited as he allowed his gaze to trail toward the window-- it was an odd sensation, hearing someone else working in a kitchen. He was used to living alone, for many years now-- occasionally Yuuta would come by and demand he eat "real food" but for the most part he was content eating whatever was needed to give him nutrition before continuing on with his day. It wasn't as though cooking was difficult-- anyone with a recipe could do it as long as they followed the instructions. He simply didn't care enough about the taste to worry about it.
Lowering a hand as he set the empty cup of tea down, he glanced at her as she moved back into the room balancing several dishes-- causing his head to tilt slightly to the side in thought before glancing over the different dishes from over his glasses. He knew the names of most of it, it looked relatively familiar-- but it wasn't as though he ate it enough to know what was the "proper" thing to eat first. So, with this in mind he would simply reach down and pour himself a bowl of the soul as she required that he "dig in".
This was followed by taking bits of everything else-- though he did notably seem to take in more vegetables than meat, it wasn't as though he hated meat-- he just preferred beans generally. He wasn't a picky eater-- he could eat anything as long as it was actually edible. However, despite this thought process, he would lift the soup to his lips-- taking a spoonful and halting a brief moment as he blinked down at it.
"This is good," he murmured softly-- it was the only feedback he would offer before he would return to curiously eating the food. As if on cue, each bit that he ate was just as good-- it was as good as Yuuta's, perhaps better-- or maybe it was because the way she cooked was more fitting to his preferences? He wasn't even sure what his preferences were since he didn't bother with them. But it was a possible explanation-- each bite of the food being a new taste as he would enjoy the food quietly, his initial compliment being all that she could get out of him.
Of course, normally he wouldn't even offer that much-- but it was good enough to warrant the compliment. His gaze glanced up after the first few bites, noticing that she was waiting on him and would simply motion with a hand for her to go ahead and eat. It would seem that in his opinion the three words he had offered her was good enough to warrant a "review" and now it was time for both of them to eat. He felt awkward eating food someone else had prepared for him alone.
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Before he could properly formulate a response, the woman had already hopped up and dashed into the kitchen to finish her cooking.
Releasing a sigh, he sipped the tea and waited as he allowed his gaze to trail toward the window-- it was an odd sensation, hearing someone else working in a kitchen. He was used to living alone, for many years now-- occasionally Yuuta would come by and demand he eat "real food" but for the most part he was content eating whatever was needed to give him nutrition before continuing on with his day. It wasn't as though cooking was difficult-- anyone with a recipe could do it as long as they followed the instructions. He simply didn't care enough about the taste to worry about it.
Lowering a hand as he set the empty cup of tea down, he glanced at her as she moved back into the room balancing several dishes-- causing his head to tilt slightly to the side in thought before glancing over the different dishes from over his glasses. He knew the names of most of it, it looked relatively familiar-- but it wasn't as though he ate it enough to know what was the "proper" thing to eat first. So, with this in mind he would simply reach down and pour himself a bowl of the soul as she required that he "dig in".
This was followed by taking bits of everything else-- though he did notably seem to take in more vegetables than meat, it wasn't as though he hated meat-- he just preferred beans generally. He wasn't a picky eater-- he could eat anything as long as it was actually edible. However, despite this thought process, he would lift the soup to his lips-- taking a spoonful and halting a brief moment as he blinked down at it.
"This is good," he murmured softly-- it was the only feedback he would offer before he would return to curiously eating the food. As if on cue, each bit that he ate was just as good-- it was as good as Yuuta's, perhaps better-- or maybe it was because the way she cooked was more fitting to his preferences? He wasn't even sure what his preferences were since he didn't bother with them. But it was a possible explanation-- each bite of the food being a new taste as he would enjoy the food quietly, his initial compliment being all that she could get out of him.
Of course, normally he wouldn't even offer that much-- but it was good enough to warrant the compliment. His gaze glanced up after the first few bites, noticing that she was waiting on him and would simply motion with a hand for her to go ahead and eat. It would seem that in his opinion the three words he had offered her was good enough to warrant a "review" and now it was time for both of them to eat. He felt awkward eating food someone else had prepared for him alone.
Post Words: 629
Total Words: 6,032