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leaf ;

❝ no… i need to cut back on stuff like this. my diet’s been pretty lacking! ❞

her voice is calm, low; much more gentle than what it once was between them, at least, but reaching a softness to him she barely even noticed. she pulls her legs right up on the couch with her, laying her weight against silver with a hand up on his shoulder, gaze shifting over to the tv in front of him–his bowl–and then right back up at the side of his face.

❝ you do seem to be in better health lately, though. are you takin’ any vitamins now or getting some sun? ❞

[ the smallest inch of him tenses for only a second before he relaxes, not sure if he should be looking at the tv ( that’s quickly becoming nothing other than background noise ) or even at his soup; he does end up turning his head to look right back at her with his gaze missing hers out of old habit, spoon idly circling in his soup. ]

i need vitamins, but it isn’t that. [ he breaks for a sip of soup, only talking again after he swallows. ] and i don’t think the sun is it either. i didn’t even notice...

#kunori

leaf ;

❝ you won’t let me? ❞

what a shame! but regardless, she complies; turning her wrist to give him the utensil and shifting a bit closer, taking the bowl of soup from her lap (and towel beneath to shield from the heat) and shifting it into his. ❝ i can make you more if it’s not enough. this’s basically just a side portion. ❞

why would i want to?

[ he takes the spoon from her and lifts it to his lips, eyes narrowing for only a second before he finally eats some. mm - not bad. ] i think what you gave me enough. [ carefully he moves it so the bowl so it sits better on his lap. ] you’re eating too, right?

#kunori

leaf ;

❝ potato and broccoli cheddar soup. kinda high in fat, but it tastes pretty nice. wanna try? ❞

she holds his cheek loosely in her hand and raises her weapon at hand, holding it just a bit away from his mouth, yet smell tantalizingly close by. ❝ promise, i only used the spoon once or twice. ❞

[ the inquisitive gaze drops to the soup in question before it shifts again from her hand against his cheek. his mouth opens and then falls into a line before he sighs in resignation as the smell his his nose, shoulders rolling in a small shrug. ]