[ he sees it of course: the moment in which seba natsuki's brain buffers and processes and understands. very narrowly, shin avoids shaking him. patience. this is what he gets for falling for an idiot and wouldn't that be entertaining for him to hear? shin knows sometimes the insult (affectionate) is mutual and he can't even really argue against it. in this particular circumstance though, he feels well within his rights to be the bestower. in his head. and maybe a bit in his expression — fond...exasperated —
— moon eyed when he feels natsuki's fingers curl around his wrist. he blinks.
alright, he's the idiot too. same situation. okay. okay.
he doesn't realize he's holding his breath until natsuki lets go, and shin gently pushes faint disappointment somewhere out of sight.
cursed and blessed with both cat and dog traits, he perks up almost immediately when the words 'i do want' escape that sleepy voice. though he tilts his head, about to argue against 'helping'. this is a gift. shin doing the cooking and so on is kind of the point, and he's ready to tell him as much. perhaps he needs to put together a presentation on 'when you get a gift'? to be fair, he knows enough now about the sebas to imagine it's not like it happens often outside of each other.
instead of any of that though, what comes out is: ]
...huh?
[ his gaze shifts from natsuki's face down to where he's pointing. in nearly the same motion his head jerks up and he laughs, deflecting. not subtle. not trying to be, but also trying to be! ]
...oh! I ... [ it's kind of embarrassing. after all the things they've been through, one of the things that leaves the most marks on him is his repeated rendezvous with the kitchen (aoi-san humming over him with the burn ointment and pointing out his progress at the same time). he shrugs...finally putting some of the butter into the pan and reaching for the bowl of batter, back now to natsuki. ]
I haven't...cooked too much. Before living with the Sakamotos. So.
[ an answer, sort of. and not. it took a fair amount of practice and shin kept tripping himself up by overthinking it. the blush in his face betrays him by creeping to the tips of his ears, but he's focused enough on pouring just the right amount of batter — finally got this down pat — that he can ignore it or blame it on being near the stove. ]
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samegawa2025-04-24 03:59 pm
shin would argue otherwise! ^_^
— moon eyed when he feels natsuki's fingers curl around his wrist. he blinks.
alright, he's the idiot too. same situation. okay. okay.
he doesn't realize he's holding his breath until natsuki lets go, and shin gently pushes faint disappointment somewhere out of sight.
cursed and blessed with both cat and dog traits, he perks up almost immediately when the words 'i do want' escape that sleepy voice. though he tilts his head, about to argue against 'helping'. this is a gift. shin doing the cooking and so on is kind of the point, and he's ready to tell him as much. perhaps he needs to put together a presentation on 'when you get a gift'? to be fair, he knows enough now about the sebas to imagine it's not like it happens often outside of each other.
instead of any of that though, what comes out is: ]
...huh?
[ his gaze shifts from natsuki's face down to where he's pointing. in nearly the same motion his head jerks up and he laughs, deflecting. not subtle. not trying to be, but also trying to be! ]
...oh! I ... [ it's kind of embarrassing. after all the things they've been through, one of the things that leaves the most marks on him is his repeated rendezvous with the kitchen (aoi-san humming over him with the burn ointment and pointing out his progress at the same time). he shrugs...finally putting some of the butter into the pan and reaching for the bowl of batter, back now to natsuki. ]
I haven't...cooked too much. Before living with the Sakamotos. So.
[ an answer, sort of. and not. it took a fair amount of practice and shin kept tripping himself up by overthinking it. the blush in his face betrays him by creeping to the tips of his ears, but he's focused enough on pouring just the right amount of batter — finally got this down pat — that he can ignore it or blame it on being near the stove. ]