She had been passing by when the stranger’s stomach growled, hearing the noise, her attention turned away from where she was walking and towards the source。 Her slow pace halted as she cast a curious glance at the stranger, her heeled feet letting off a final click before stopping。 As she stared, the feeling of unfamiliarity washed through her, she hadn’t seen him around here before, and she usually made it her job to have some sort of recognition for the town’s inhabitants。 After what seemed like a few minutes, Mukuro let out a hum, finally coming back to the present as she heard him speak out。
Mukuro hesitated for a bit, usually talking to a stranger or offering them any sort of assistance without knowing how it’d benefit her was something she didn’t do, but for some reason, he’d caught her attention and raised her curiosity enough that she felt comfortable enough doing so。 「Are there。。。 any sort of food types you prefer？」
----- Oh, how embarrassing. Was his stomach truly that loud to be heard by passersby? A flush of rose dusted his pale cheeks a meek smile and his paint speckled hands were held up. “ Aah, I’m sorry you had to even hear that. ” A laugh rattled out of him. His boots scuffed the pavement and groomed brows knitted, that crooked smile still spread on his lips. “ I’m not too picky with foods, and I’m sure my body wouldn’t complain at this moment. ”
One of those hands pressed to his breastplate and he explained, “ I’m learning my way around while travelling, I’m still finding some places to either eat out or buy ingredients to make at home. ” His voice evened out now, no longer nervous, even if that embarrassment still licked his rigid spine. “ Do you have any places you’d recommend? ”
