[ and the silence is comfortable as Mikoto eats and Izumo goes about his work around the bar. just like always, as if nothing has happened and they weren't at an entirely wrong place and--
Mikoto and Tatara weren't dead. wow.
okay no, lets not get into that. all the looks in his direction, Mikoto promptly ignored. (some of them he might have not noticed in the first place, too focused on food.)
another grunt in response, this time to acknowledge and confirm. ]
Hn, yeah...
[ pushes the plate on the counter towards Izumo with a quiet, begrudging almost: ] ... thanks for the food... [ w h i p p e d. and he grabs the glass to take a full sip of the juice. thirsty too, on top of having been hungry. ]
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Mikoto and Tatara weren't dead. wow.
okay no, lets not get into that. all the looks in his direction, Mikoto promptly ignored. (some of them he might have not noticed in the first place, too focused on food.)
another grunt in response, this time to acknowledge and confirm. ]
Hn, yeah...
[ pushes the plate on the counter towards Izumo with a quiet, begrudging almost: ] ... thanks for the food... [ w h i p p e d. and he grabs the glass to take a full sip of the juice. thirsty too, on top of having been hungry. ]