[Manabu sees to it, cooking up the remaining eggs in the fridge with the last strips of meat - good timing, since they'd go bad soon. part of him resents the very thought of having to sit up in a chair to avoid wearing his legs out already, yet the thought lingers as he willfully defies it, tail up as much for that reason as for balance.
once some things are plated (er, bowled), he calls without looking over:] Come get what you want-! [because who knows if that guy's gone to go dress up for the day or was just lounging or checking out news...]
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once some things are plated (er, bowled), he calls without looking over:] Come get what you want-! [because who knows if that guy's gone to go dress up for the day or was just lounging or checking out news...]