[it was a sign, perhaps, that he was still too tired that he'd had to spend some of that time watching the food while half-propped up on a chair. his calves are burning from the walk, and with the adrenaline from earlier having run its course, Manabu feels like a weighted sack.
even so, once he's passed the dish on, he ambles toward the fridge, coming back with one of the cans of tea.
seeing Grey's eyes getting wet again, he startles a little.]
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on 2024-05-14 11:07 am (UTC)even so, once he's passed the dish on, he ambles toward the fridge, coming back with one of the cans of tea.
seeing Grey's eyes getting wet again, he startles a little.]
Uoh, is...is it no good?