Ugh, he hadn’t expected Kaito’s reaction to be so—so underwhelming and boring. Although as unfortunate as it was, Amel did at least derive some enjoyment from watching Kaito begrudgingly do as he was besought to do, which was rather rare given how impudent the older teen could be at times, so he couldn’t be too picky in terms of the outcome.
Well, if Kaito said it tasted fine, then that would probably mean ordinary people thought the same too… so he decided to try it out for himself, despite previous apprehension upon reading the labels.
It tasted fine, he supposed.
Truth to be told, he could hardly understand subjective standards and was absolutely clueless when it came down to determining what tasted good, what looked good, and so on—forming his own opinions was hard without a sort of guide, but since Kaito was apparently very ordinary, then using him as a basis of what to think of things would probably be okay.
…
Probably.
Putting that much faith in Kaito was probably too much, now that he thought about it again. The older teen wasn’t exactly what he had expected the embodiment of honor and scrupulousness to be like. In fact, seeing Kaito in that light was just hilarious, he felt a little dejected about himself that he even considered the idea.
“…How’s the hyena doing?” he asked suddenly, staring down at the label that said ‘hamburger’. Hamburgers tasted good… so this one might have more appeal…
Now that he had eaten some rotten eggs (and by the way, if he saw an egg flavour, he was going to interrogate the old man afterwards), Kaito had decided to start splitting all the things he did like so far into one big bowl, for later consumption. Sure, if it wasn't memorable enough, then it wasn't worth it, but some of the finer things in life were things... that... uh... okay, nevermind. His memory was pretty dang great, anyway, so there wasn't a need for this technique. It just so happened that he wanted to steal the things he did like before Amel realized how great they were.
"Hyorin?" He returned with a hum, mouth hugging the end of the spoon and trying to think of how his pet hyena had been doing. Progress was definitely made, and the attempts of assassination on his couch had depleted since she had first earned her place there, but how was her attitude?
"She's... still... cranky, I guess." Kaito muttered out loud while licking chocolate off metal. "I mean, I never expected her to be like a puppy, but she seems settled now that I'm living alone again. Even claimed the spare room as her own."
Aoko's disappearance had therefore made Hyorin the woman of the house, so the hyena declared. He had no issues with this, sans the fact that if his best friend ever did return, he would probably get a walloping for the now terrible state of her bedroom. His pet had actually shown a few protective instincts now that she had gotten used to him, sometimes growling at the postman who squealed and ran away like a baby at her first appearance.
(He was used to her now, but still pissed himself whenever they met eyes.)
"How about you?" The thief asked too, mixing together some vanilla and raspberry. "How's your casket of pets doing?"
