[The soft, faint smell of boiled spices wafts through like a sonorous welcoming home of sorts for the young blond. He's content in his ministrations, taking special care to hip bump his friend as he helicopter parents his most creative masterpiece since coming to COST. And... something about this just seems so awfully, incredibly, heartbreakingly normal, that it brings a smile to his lips even though there's a pang in his chest from the cognitive dissonance that reality has provided them.
In a weird twist of fate, he meets someone that he was never meant to- and then, under the dry humor of a fakeout towards the weight of Ryuji's own elbow, he scrunches his nose a little bit. Better to concentrate on the ramen than endure the feelings that are bunching up inside him. He felt like this with Akira too- when they had first met up at his favorite hole in the wall to take in one of Ryuji's favorite past times. It was then that he decided, without a doubt, that he would probably do anything Akira had ever asked of him. Friendship was always weird like that to someone who had so little of them to begin with. And as he takes out a bowl and begins to mete out two healthy servings of the impossibly unhealthy lunch, he figures that he feels the blooming of the same sort of thing with Ashitaka.]
Alright, dude. It's super hot, but you gotta eat it fast or else it's not worth eatin' at all.
[A lie (mostly- Ryuji's burnt his esophagus once or twice in the mission for this particular holy grail. He pushes the bowl across the counter to Ashitaka. Be careful, young padawan- it's extremely hot.]
You basically kinda suck in the noodles and a lot of air to cool it down as it goes into your mouth.
[A pause.]
Y'know, I never realized how dirty that kinda sounds.
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In a weird twist of fate, he meets someone that he was never meant to- and then, under the dry humor of a fakeout towards the weight of Ryuji's own elbow, he scrunches his nose a little bit. Better to concentrate on the ramen than endure the feelings that are bunching up inside him. He felt like this with Akira too- when they had first met up at his favorite hole in the wall to take in one of Ryuji's favorite past times. It was then that he decided, without a doubt, that he would probably do anything Akira had ever asked of him. Friendship was always weird like that to someone who had so little of them to begin with. And as he takes out a bowl and begins to mete out two healthy servings of the impossibly unhealthy lunch, he figures that he feels the blooming of the same sort of thing with Ashitaka.]
Alright, dude. It's super hot, but you gotta eat it fast or else it's not worth eatin' at all.
[A lie (mostly- Ryuji's burnt his esophagus once or twice in the mission for this particular holy grail. He pushes the bowl across the counter to Ashitaka. Be careful, young padawan- it's extremely hot.]
You basically kinda suck in the noodles and a lot of air to cool it down as it goes into your mouth.
[A pause.]
Y'know, I never realized how dirty that kinda sounds.