sweetdeath | [004 | text, Japanese]

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[004 | text, Japanese]

The doors are open! Man, that was a weird day - robots and people seeing things and all....

Hisoka, where are you?

The soup was much easier to swallow as it cooled, but Tsuzuki wasn't about to admit it (especially since his throat was a bit singed.) He kept spooning it up, watching his silent and frowning partner. This wasn't easy on Hisoka. Tsuzuki wondered if it was the lack of empathy that was making him so uncomfortable, or if the night sleeping in a cold and empty apartment had done it.

Thoughtfully, he stretched out a foot to poke Hisoka's calf. The table was just small enough to reach.

"What are you thinking?"

It was strange that he found himself starting so much at that, without the thought of the gesture preceding it, and he managed another spoonful of soup to cover the pathetic reaction. "Nothing. That's the weird thing."

Tsuzuki prodded his partner's leg again, thoughtfully, hoping to cover that unsettled moment he'd seen on Hisoka's face up with annoyance.

"It's pretty good soup. I usually don't buy the canned stuff back home - instant noodles are cheaper."

There was something fundamentally wrong with him actually talking about food. He felt he was stealing his partner's shtick. "I guess you have one similarity with Tatsumi-san."

"Not really," Tsuzuki admitted, judging the distance between his spoon and his partner's bowl with an eagle eye. "I just usually don't have enough money left for real food." A quick motion, and he'd scooped up one of the formless potato chunks and popped it in his mouth.

"Cheap is cheap."

"Try telling Tatsumi that."

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