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“Just because you can go without food, doesn’t mean you will,” Otogi suddenly insisted.
What kind of host would be be if he didn’t feed his hungry guest. Also what kind of reply even was that? Saying that he could go without food? It wasn’t happening.
“You can stay here if you like. Or you can join me in the kitchen. I’m going to go make us some dinner.”
And with that, he turned on his heel to head back down the hall to the large, impressive looking kitchen. The smell of delicious food would soon waft through the house, as well as the sound of 80′s music. Figuring that Bakura wouldn’t have followed him, Otogi had placed his phone on the counter to play some light mood music. Really he tended to do that whenever he was alone and doing some sort of task like cooking, cleaning, or washing up.
His hips swayed side to side as he hummed along with the music; flipping some stir fry in his pan. He’d been in the mood for Chinese food all day. So why not just make his own?
