zenitsu

[soba]

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[soba]

[ wow. duck gun.

but toi is on his way back to the second floor when he spots zenitsu walking by. he pauses, hesitating, before calling out to him. ]

... hey.

[swordflash]

[ not expecting to encounter anyone on the way, he starts at the call. but it's not a monster that greets him. ]

Toi!

[soba]

... why aren't you in your room?

[swordflash]

Now that I'm calmer, I'm feeling hungry.

How come you're still out?

[soba]

I didn't feel like going to the room.

[ and no one has yelled at him to stay there so?? ]

[swordflash]

[ the room, huh. ]

Do you want to eat?

[soba]

[ he's going to take a glance to see where zenitsu had been heading to. oh. the kitchen is right there. ]

... sure.

[swordflash]

[ great. they walk into the kitchen and zenitsu glances at toi. ]

What are you gonna have?

[soba]

I don't know.

[ hm ]

Do you like soba?

[swordflash]

[ he nods. ]

I like it. You're gonna make some?

[soba]

Yeah.

I can make enough for you, too, if you want.

[swordflash]

Is that all right?

[ toi doesn't exactly look like he's in great shape. but if he wants soba, zenitsu can't make it. ]

Thanks.

[soba]

[ he nods, walking over to start gathering all of the ingredients. ]

Just let me know if there's anything you don't like in it.

[swordflash]

[ he gives an affirmative nod, but nothing else beyond that, which means he'd be fine with anything. cooking is beyond him, so he goes about preparing the table with one hand.

once they're both seated with their late night meal, zenitsu lowers his chopsticks before taking a single bite. ]

Hey . . . You've gotten things from Master Blue before, haven't you?

[soba]

[ the soba is... very good, actually! the kind you would probably expect from a restaurant. ]

What do you mean?

[swordflash]

[ the very good soba is going to have to wait a minute for this very important(?) discussion. ]

Whenever we play those games for the girls in the middle of the week or get the vote right, Master Blue sends us a box with something inside—like the salve Anya was carrying. That belonged to Mr. Valentini first. I think Mr. Nie has it now.

[soba]

... yeah.

But Galo and Babo Kim have the ones I got.

[swordflash]

Then I'll give you these.

[ he lowers the chopsticks, reaches into the handbag tied around his waist, and procures a pair of gloves. ]

I don't know what they do, though.

[soba]

Gloves...?

[ huh ]

Are they yours?

[swordflash]

Anya left them behind in our room.

[soba]

Shouldn't you be keeping them then...?

[swordflash]

You gave yours to Mr. Thymos and Mr. Kim.

It's fine. I'm giving them to you, so just take them.

[soba]

[ he hesitates ]

... fine. But after I find out what they're for, if I decide to give them back to you, take them.

[swordflash]

[ what is this, a game of hot potato?

but he nods, then picks the chopsticks up again. ]

Fine. Just don't give them back before then.

[soba]

I won't, don't worry.

[ eat your damn soba ]