[ there's chopsticks, of course, she's clearly very refined in the ways of japanese cuisine. obviously.
( she isn't.... )
milla begins to eat just as sousei does, but the taste isn't entirely surprising to her. she feels silly that there's a hint of relief at his second bite, his third bite, like that really means anything--she's pretty sure that he'd continue to eat, even if what she made wasn't exactly up to par.
but he's silent, and that's something else. in between bites, she realizes she can't let that go on, and in the silence there's a: ]
... So?
[ so how is it, so what did you do, so how do you feel.
get answering, sousei. because she's looking, and she's waiting. ]
no subject
( she isn't.... )
milla begins to eat just as sousei does, but the taste isn't entirely surprising to her. she feels silly that there's a hint of relief at his second bite, his third bite, like that really means anything--she's pretty sure that he'd continue to eat, even if what she made wasn't exactly up to par.
but he's silent, and that's something else. in between bites, she realizes she can't let that go on, and in the silence there's a: ]
... So?
[ so how is it, so what did you do, so how do you feel.
get answering, sousei. because she's looking, and she's waiting. ]