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.
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