[ He returns a few minutes later with his nose in a book with thick pages, at least he got a quality one in the swindling, now if only he knew what they meant by sifting flour. Turning the pages back to the front, he skims through the table of contents searching for a chapter on a practical application when the mechanical titters render his attention to the pair of omens playing on the floor.
Standing in the middle of the kitchen with a forgotten pastry book in hand, Shouto stares at the pair, trying to remember the last time she played like that with anyone? She looks at him mid-turn, catching his eyes with the same dual-colored irises. Her thoughts brush against his conveying a sense of mischief before snatching Tim's tail with her paw, and tumbling to the corner of the room with him in a mock attack.
Shouto smiles, viewing them in a new light as the two run off to the living room, Kizu running at full stride with no restraints. ]
Are you happy?
[ The question is directed at Allen, yet his attention remains on the entrance to the kitchen, catching the sound of something fragile hitting the ground in a splintering crash. ]
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Standing in the middle of the kitchen with a forgotten pastry book in hand, Shouto stares at the pair, trying to remember the last time she played like that with anyone? She looks at him mid-turn, catching his eyes with the same dual-colored irises. Her thoughts brush against his conveying a sense of mischief before snatching Tim's tail with her paw, and tumbling to the corner of the room with him in a mock attack.
Shouto smiles, viewing them in a new light as the two run off to the living room, Kizu running at full stride with no restraints. ]
Are you happy?
[ The question is directed at Allen, yet his attention remains on the entrance to the kitchen, catching the sound of something fragile hitting the ground in a splintering crash. ]