yes my load
His time is spent eating in the kitchen, having grown use to Kuroo’s cooking (in which Tasuku asks from time to time if he can have spaghetti made and even sugar brought back him but recently asking for a typical meal seemed like he was asking for just way too much.) What’s new to him is that as Ayato comes down, words between them aren’t really spoken because it’s more of a, ‘If you don’t have anything smart to say, don’t say it or be called out for stupidity’ type of conversations. His time here has made him learn what to say and what not to, depending on what it is since Ayato wouldn’t listen anyway.
What surprises him is that, it’s been a month and never has the other said anything about he’s eaten (well in a postive highlight, normally he would say something rude). The fact that he sits down right in front of Tasuku brings him to raise his head, confusion laced on his features. This time it’s only silence as the other intently watches, he moves the fork from left to right so that the sugar would sink into the pasta, something he’s grown use to eating in his youth. As the fork is sat down is the same time the other speaks, ‘give me that’, no manners just reaching his arm over and taking the plate away from him. His eye twitched madly, composing himself again, before resuming his speech.
Uhm, hello?
Alright, if Tasuku wasn’t hungry, this would have been fine but he was. Noticing the way of how Ayato held the fork (it was wrong, he didn’t need to hold the item in his palm like that. "You could have said, ‘please’." He speaks, knowing that the other heard him but all in all, did Ayato ever care. He was living the life of la vida loca as much as he did anything he wanted. He can’t really recall ever staying home enough to see if Ayato ate certain things since Tasuku normally ate out, and came home too late to even warm up things or everything was all gone. He didn’t realize it was normally food for one at that point.
The inquiry he states is simple enough, "What did you do? Grow up in a cave?" He laughs lightly, “It’s spaghetti. It has sugar in it. If you had asked I would have gotten you a plate and that’s not how you hold a fork at all… but all in all, tastes really good right? I think Kuroo has to hold back his meal in his throat when he sees me eat it, guess it’s not his thing.”
Obviously, Ayato spends very little time socializing with his so-called family. Outside of some necessary interaction (i.e. 'get the fuck out of my way'), he avoids speaking to them; first of all, they're humans -- and so, he hates them by default, even if they hadn't exactly done anything to him (yet), and second of all, they're annoying, although the child seems a little better (at the very least, Tasuku knows when to shut his trap -- unlike Kuroo, who tends to push it beyond what he can handle.) Coincidentally, that's also the reason why he doesn't hesitate in approaching the brat -- he can be pretty tolerable, Ayato guesses.
"Fuck off," is the first thing he says, promptly shutting the child down (honestly, saying 'please' seems like something a nice person would do: needless to say, Ayato doesn't exactly belong in said group.) For a few seconds, he struggles with the fork; the thing is odd, weirdly shaped and seemingly useless, and eventually, he decides to throw it away and simply use his fingers -- something he's much more familiar with, given that cutlery is the last thing you need when you eat humans, of all things.
"Fuck off," he repeats, bristling slightly. As unbelievable as it might seem, he did grow up in a relatively normal home -- at the very least, his father had tried to make it look that way. He failed, of course; they'd killed him for his carelessness, and beyond the basic knowledge he passed onto both Touka and himself, Ayato knew very little about how the human world works. To be honest, he wasn't very interested in finding out, either; the disgust for the entirety of human population successfully killed off his curiosity (if he ever had any.)
"Get yourself a new plate instead of complaining, then," glancing up briefly, he shoots the kid an expectant look; waiting is for people who aren't about to drop from hunger, and his limited resources had reduced him to this. "Who cares about that dumbass? No wonder he has shit taste in food." For Ayato, this is perfect -- the pasta seems filling, and the sugar adds just the right amount of sweetness for it to be enjoyable.
"You got anything else that's sweet around here?"












