Holds out bowl for his third serving. / @honrr
joy sparks in her chest , unadulterated and full. garu has never snubbed his nose at anything she's made , but the knowledge that he wants more — that she made something that's brought him sentience and health and pleasure — almost makes her float. it always does.
pucca smiles , hopping up and skipping toward the pot of jajang. this third serving might also be his last for the day ; it would take hours for her to prepare the noodles here at his house , and she's not particularly feeling like running back to goh rong to get more. they RARELY get date nights alone. not that she's complaining about it — having abyo and ching tag along , or dada even , is a lot of fun. she loves spending time with them. but there's something special about THIS , the way it is. the silence and comfort of a night alone , the only sound their movements and the wind outside. the easy way they communicate without the blunder of words.
she pours the noodles into the bowl , hearty broth following alongside.
she steals a noodle when he leans forward to take the bowl — and a KISS.
