He shovels the food into his mouth, barely even bothering to chew. It’s delicious! The apple manju especially. He grins as he eats, clearly enjoying it. The carbohydrates are exactly what he needs to stave off the hunger until Ayumu keeps her promise and takes him on a hunt.
Between mouthfuls of onigiri, Joss finds himself happily chatting away about his life since coming to the Far Shore: the games during training that he excelled (read: cheated) in, the hot springs, visiting Ginia and the dogs, the piano in Adrien’s temple that he somehow knew how to play, and his friendship with Shin. Being here, with Ayumu, feels safe and...nostalgic, somehow. Like he’d been missing something but can’t remember what. He can let his guard down, stop pretending to be something he isn’t.
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He shovels the food into his mouth, barely even bothering to chew. It’s delicious! The apple manju especially. He grins as he eats, clearly enjoying it. The carbohydrates are exactly what he needs to stave off the hunger until Ayumu keeps her promise and takes him on a hunt.
Between mouthfuls of onigiri, Joss finds himself happily chatting away about his life since coming to the Far Shore: the games during training that he excelled (read: cheated) in, the hot springs, visiting Ginia and the dogs, the piano in Adrien’s temple that he somehow knew how to play, and his friendship with Shin. Being here, with Ayumu, feels safe and...nostalgic, somehow. Like he’d been missing something but can’t remember what. He can let his guard down, stop pretending to be something he isn’t.