[By the time Adrien is done, the food has entered the "waiting game" portion of cooking. Mostly Chikusa is standing in place, head slightly bowed, willing himself to be ready to move. At the sound of the other teen's voice, he stirs with a couple of blinks and glances over at him.]
...Who knows if they have any.
[Still, that's enough to have him shuffle to the doorway and pauses. Huh.]
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...Who knows if they have any.
[Still, that's enough to have him shuffle to the doorway and pauses. Huh.]
....Do you do this... a lot...?