[ It's a distracted hum as Allen finishes tying an apron on (plain black, as no one was around to force ruffles on him this time)) while surveying the ingredients he's collected. Mentally ticking off each in his head as points to each in turn (flour, oil, rice vinegar, salt, soy sauce...) and thinking Shouto's question directed to Kizu or both omens. Before he realizes they've left—and apparently knocked something over as he jumps a little at the crash from the living room. ]
Eh?! [ What if that was the frames!! He's about to run and see what broke (and chastise the two!!! gently but firmly!!), but also stops as he glances between Shouto and the door, around the room to see they're the only two that were there when he said that, and realizes oh, you meant... ]
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[ It's a distracted hum as Allen finishes tying an apron on (plain black, as no one was around to force ruffles on him this time)) while surveying the ingredients he's collected. Mentally ticking off each in his head as points to each in turn (flour, oil, rice vinegar, salt, soy sauce...) and thinking Shouto's question directed to Kizu or both omens. Before he realizes they've left—and apparently knocked something over as he jumps a little at the crash from the living room. ]
Eh?! [ What if that was the frames!! He's about to run and see what broke (and chastise the two!!! gently but firmly!!), but also stops as he glances between Shouto and the door, around the room to see they're the only two that were there when he said that, and realizes oh, you meant... ]
Who, me?