[ izumo wasn't sure what she'd been expecting. in all honesty, she tries not to expect anything anymore with kida, because it sometimes seems like the boy goes out of his way to do the exact opposite of those expectations. still, the laughter - sharp and exaggerated and clearly void of mirth - stings. ignorant of the loss he'd just suffered, she can only think it's personal.
but while the urge to drop the fresh meal over his bent head is high, instead she reaches forward with her free hand, grabs his shoulder and forces the boy to sit right back up again, forcing him to meet her eyes. ]
Resources are low these days. [ when all else fails, she clings to her practicality. ] If you don't want the food, give it to someone else who will.
[ with that, she shoves the wrapped bundle on to his lap. then she turns, rather too hasty to get out of there. ]
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but while the urge to drop the fresh meal over his bent head is high, instead she reaches forward with her free hand, grabs his shoulder and forces the boy to sit right back up again, forcing him to meet her eyes. ]
Resources are low these days. [ when all else fails, she clings to her practicality. ] If you don't want the food, give it to someone else who will.
[ with that, she shoves the wrapped bundle on to his lap. then she turns, rather too hasty to get out of there. ]