[one step at a time. things are disposed of - things that aren't necessary if they're not going to be camping empty spaces anymore - and they climb their way out of the building. Manabu has to keep a hand down on the hat covering his ears while they descend, eyes squeezed shut. he wonders if he'll ever stop getting nauseous when moving up and down or too fast at all, forgetting how it's still too soon to be fully recovered from anything he's gone through.
the discomfort of having his tail tied down, the general unease of being hungry, being sad...this just isn't the way Manabu's used to living! it makes him antsy, anxious, searching for a way to move forward, make things better...
...up until he's sat down in front of omurice. then it's all food-brain, practically inhaling the stuff. no dig on his own cooking skills, but this is heaven by comparison.
when he surfaces to breathe, he laughs a little.]
I didn't notice...you hold your utensils kind of daintily. Haha...
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the discomfort of having his tail tied down, the general unease of being hungry, being sad...this just isn't the way Manabu's used to living! it makes him antsy, anxious, searching for a way to move forward, make things better...
...up until he's sat down in front of omurice. then it's all food-brain, practically inhaling the stuff. no dig on his own cooking skills, but this is heaven by comparison.
when he surfaces to breathe, he laughs a little.]
I didn't notice...you hold your utensils kind of daintily. Haha...