The smells of simmering broth and frying tempura have been slowly filling the air while Gojyo and Jedao battle it out; Gojyo's victory celebration is the cue for Hakkai to slip in front of both of them and set two bowls of steaming soba piled high with fried shrimp and vegetables on the coffee table.
"I thought we could eat here?" he offers. Yes, it's something he'd usually insist on taking to the proper mealtime table to eat, but the coffee table is just the right height. And both of them seem -- well, both of them seem to be actually comfortable. More or less.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll get you next time," Jedao promises, voice grumbly but smiling at Gojyo's enthusiasm as he pauses and saves the game before the next level starts.
Hakkai's entrance at least brings Gojyo back to the fact that, right, we're enjoying a very fragile truce here. Considering that, he calms down by several measures.
"Nah, I predict my winning streak will be unbroken going forward."
"It is mid-afternoon," Hakkai observes. They've missed lunch by a few hours, so it's no wonder Gojyo's hungry.
He settles down cross-legged on the far side of the coffee table with his own bowl, giving them a careful little smile. It's also visibly hopeful: he can't help it, and so he's choosing to let it show.
He must've totally lost track of the time. But after a moment, he raises his own glass to return the toast. Here's to a first interaction that didn't go horribly wrong or whatever.
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"I thought we could eat here?" he offers. Yes, it's something he'd usually insist on taking to the proper mealtime table to eat, but the coffee table is just the right height. And both of them seem -- well, both of them seem to be actually comfortable. More or less.
He doesn't want to jinx it.
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"Thank you, Hakkai-shei."
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"Nah, I predict my winning streak will be unbroken going forward."
To Hakkai:
"That smells good. Fuck, I'm starving."
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He settles down cross-legged on the far side of the coffee table with his own bowl, giving them a careful little smile. It's also visibly hopeful: he can't help it, and so he's choosing to let it show.
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He must've totally lost track of the time. But after a moment, he raises his own glass to return the toast. Here's to a first interaction that didn't go horribly wrong or whatever.
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Here's to an interaction where no one started a fight on purpose or started crying.
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