[Zhao nods, watching her sentimental glance at the bento boxes with a keen and interested eye before he pops the rest of the rice ball in his mouth and leans down to ruffle the dog's ears. Chewing gives him a few moments to think before he speaks again. He'd seen that cute video of her and her ridiculous temple-mates on the network; there'd been a real bond there, easy for anyone to spot.
It's strange she's here now, when even from a distance it seems her old temple's still trying to take care of her. He leaves his tone light and joking, opening the subject of 'what's wrong with him' without making it about her.]
Is he open to marriage proposals? I love a man who cooks.
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It's strange she's here now, when even from a distance it seems her old temple's still trying to take care of her. He leaves his tone light and joking, opening the subject of 'what's wrong with him' without making it about her.]
Is he open to marriage proposals? I love a man who cooks.