[ What he likes isn't necessarily what Allen likes, yet he nods nonetheless, taking his words at face value. Tomorrow he'd get him a better arrangement. Tonight he'll make do with what the forest has to offer. He patrolled large swaths of it, he knew it better than the city proper.
As for his dumpling, he barely makes a note of the stolen bite, all too used to his little thief's tendencies. It was strange at first. Making him ponder on the reason behind it. He even started buying more dishes until he realized it didn't matter how much food there was, it was a matter of etiquette for Allen. He needed to steal his food, or so he reasoned, tagging it as some sort of rite from his world. So, the moment the dumpling is stolen, Shouto picks up another dumpling from the stack, placing it on his plate without missing a beat, while thinking of the flower he saw in the forest a while back.
Do you think it's still there? He asks Kizu who rises from her perch and heads out to look without uttering a response. She doesn't need to. Shouto can sense what she's up to and look towards the kitchen door as a part of his soul wanders off into the night. ]
I'll check if it's still there.
[ He answers in turn, turning away from the door to get back to their meal and light conversation. While Allen and Tim steal food, Shouto keeps picking up more and setting it on his plate which travels to Allen's which ends up on Tim's. Somehow, it works, and Shouto considers his plate nothing more than the starting point, taking his fill without any idea how many times he picks up more food he's not going to eat. ]
You were ready?
[ He asks, slightly astounded by that fact, though it comes off more like a curious incident from his expression. ]
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As for his dumpling, he barely makes a note of the stolen bite, all too used to his little thief's tendencies. It was strange at first. Making him ponder on the reason behind it. He even started buying more dishes until he realized it didn't matter how much food there was, it was a matter of etiquette for Allen. He needed to steal his food, or so he reasoned, tagging it as some sort of rite from his world. So, the moment the dumpling is stolen, Shouto picks up another dumpling from the stack, placing it on his plate without missing a beat, while thinking of the flower he saw in the forest a while back.
Do you think it's still there? He asks Kizu who rises from her perch and heads out to look without uttering a response. She doesn't need to. Shouto can sense what she's up to and look towards the kitchen door as a part of his soul wanders off into the night. ]
I'll check if it's still there.
[ He answers in turn, turning away from the door to get back to their meal and light conversation. While Allen and Tim steal food, Shouto keeps picking up more and setting it on his plate which travels to Allen's which ends up on Tim's. Somehow, it works, and Shouto considers his plate nothing more than the starting point, taking his fill without any idea how many times he picks up more food he's not going to eat. ]
You were ready?
[ He asks, slightly astounded by that fact, though it comes off more like a curious incident from his expression. ]
Were you waiting for me this whole time?