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Sure, Eichi has nerves of steel not only from having a childhood friend like Keito, but also from just generally existing. Constantly being told you were going to die and then being told to die by other people left to at one advantage: gaining an iron heart. He supposes that much has melted away given recent events, but all in all, heās barely phased by insults of any kind anymore - especially not from the man heading inside his home.
(His home. It feels weird to think.)
But as being with his beloved right hand has left him in emotional tip top shape, to an uh, extent, it has also made Keito extremely predictable. He could have gone without mentioning the reason for the dish, but naturally, he has to say something that implies heās treating him like a child again. The Emperor casts him a flat stare, closes the door, locks it, and then leads him into the kitchen.Ā
āIām glad you remembered how much I like meat.ā Eichi responds with a hint of slyness, stopping in the middle of the room. āVery high in protein.ā
Itās a way to make the atmosphere around them more familiar, at least for him: he needs something to hold on, while he tries to get accostumed to that place - Eichiās home is already such a change, even if the forniture still makes it similar to his beach house, in a way. Well, with a bit of imagination...
He follows his childhood friend down the hallway, stopping with him, and tilting his head a tad, shoulders dropping as he slowly start to relax; apparently, even though most the time Eichi is source of stress, more than of calm, at the moment he is the best thing he could have around. (liar, he would be in any case, but thereās no need for him to tell this outloud).
āItās not like I can forget something like that, you know.ā He retorts, taking a look around - for how long will that be Eichiās place, anyway? (will they ever be able to get back to their old lives?)Ā āEating meat will only help the both of us, so stop looking at me as I was your nanny or something like that.ā













