Allen, I hope you know when prompted, he will always choose a restaurant over his own cooking. He knows he's no good at it. Besides, Japan has a culture of eating out. It's easy to find healthy meals prepared with love and care. One day, he will show you the wonders of modern technology in the form of fully stocked vending machines with ready-made restaurant-quality sandwiches ready to eat with a press of a button and a few thousand yen.
Though... He will admit, nothing ever compared to his sister's cooking. He learned to expect little from his family early on, except Fuyumi. She was always there to give him a semblance of family, even if she couldn't always be there for him. He appreciated her efforts on a level he could never express. It's the same with Allen when he makes soba from scratch. He'll find Shouto lured in by the noise and staying for the pure fascination of watching him go through the process of making the noddles. He's always ready to offer any assistance, cleaning up after him and setting up the table without being prompted. The meals Fuyumi made back home were always prepared while he was at school, doing school work, or training. He often had to eat them alone, his only condolence was knowing it was made by her hand.
His brows crease when Allen sags against him and he sets a hand on his back, rubbing light circles to make his presence known. What's wrong? He wants to ask but keeps the question to himself, letting Allen come around to it at his own pace. When he tenses in his arms, Shouto wraps his arms around him instead, warming up to chase off the cold. He kisses the top of his head, while Allen threads their fingers together. His answer is a little vague for Shouto to fully grasp, and some parts of it get lost in translation, but he manages to decipher enough of it to understand his meaning.
Do you want to stay here?
He runs a hand through his hair in an affectionate manner, while he tries to recall the list of food they have on hand. ]
I can make something. [ He offers after a moment. ] Do you want something cold or hot?
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Allen, I hope you know when prompted, he will always choose a restaurant over his own cooking. He knows he's no good at it. Besides, Japan has a culture of eating out. It's easy to find healthy meals prepared with love and care. One day, he will show you the wonders of modern technology in the form of fully stocked vending machines with ready-made restaurant-quality sandwiches ready to eat with a press of a button and a few thousand yen.
Though... He will admit, nothing ever compared to his sister's cooking. He learned to expect little from his family early on, except Fuyumi. She was always there to give him a semblance of family, even if she couldn't always be there for him. He appreciated her efforts on a level he could never express. It's the same with Allen when he makes soba from scratch. He'll find Shouto lured in by the noise and staying for the pure fascination of watching him go through the process of making the noddles. He's always ready to offer any assistance, cleaning up after him and setting up the table without being prompted. The meals Fuyumi made back home were always prepared while he was at school, doing school work, or training. He often had to eat them alone, his only condolence was knowing it was made by her hand.
His brows crease when Allen sags against him and he sets a hand on his back, rubbing light circles to make his presence known. What's wrong? He wants to ask but keeps the question to himself, letting Allen come around to it at his own pace. When he tenses in his arms, Shouto wraps his arms around him instead, warming up to chase off the cold. He kisses the top of his head, while Allen threads their fingers together. His answer is a little vague for Shouto to fully grasp, and some parts of it get lost in translation, but he manages to decipher enough of it to understand his meaning.
Do you want to stay here?
He runs a hand through his hair in an affectionate manner, while he tries to recall the list of food they have on hand. ]
I can make something. [ He offers after a moment. ] Do you want something cold or hot?