Yusuke remained blissfully ignorant to the clouds gathering in the distance, instead focused on his new friend and the food in front of him. “Over a year? That is quite a long time…” He mused thoughtfully, hoping that wasn’t going to be the case for him. Even if he’d been told they would go back to the moment they left, he had something important waiting for him.
Trying to not dwell on that concern too much, he snagged a pastry as he polished off the handful of grapes he’d taken before. Yusuke decided to focus on some questions that perhaps this man could answer if he’d been here so long, thinking back to the doll Mitsuru had given him that they were rather at a loss concerning its species. “I suppose that you’ve been here so long would mean you’ve seen your fair share of the creatures who inhabit the wilds here?” There is a point to this question, and it would undoubtedly amuse.
The idea of taking the remains of the feast home is a tempting one… “Really? Hm… Perhaps the nonperishable food, if you would not miss it… Things that don’t need to be stored carefully. I don’t have much room of my own given I was assigned the orphanage for lodgings. I’m not sure if they would welcome me taking up space in their kitchens refrigerator. But things that won’t go bad would be convenient, I might be able to share them as well.” If the young lady who had displayed an interesting talent for panting returned, the child might like to shake snacks.
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Trying to not dwell on that concern too much, he snagged a pastry as he polished off the handful of grapes he’d taken before. Yusuke decided to focus on some questions that perhaps this man could answer if he’d been here so long, thinking back to the doll Mitsuru had given him that they were rather at a loss concerning its species. “I suppose that you’ve been here so long would mean you’ve seen your fair share of the creatures who inhabit the wilds here?” There is a point to this question, and it would undoubtedly amuse.
The idea of taking the remains of the feast home is a tempting one… “Really? Hm… Perhaps the nonperishable food, if you would not miss it… Things that don’t need to be stored carefully. I don’t have much room of my own given I was assigned the orphanage for lodgings. I’m not sure if they would welcome me taking up space in their kitchens refrigerator. But things that won’t go bad would be convenient, I might be able to share them as well.” If the young lady who had displayed an interesting talent for panting returned, the child might like to shake snacks.