[What he's making is simple, mainly because he's got nonon on his back and she's probably idk tapping her foot impatiently like the small small gremlin she is. But ever since the backlash of Monday morning, Guy knows that eating anything not made by his own hands is just too much of a risk.
When Ishikirimaru approaches, the blond doesn't exactly look surprised. He sighs, slowly putting down what's in his hand.
There's a terse glance towards the knife block, his lips thinning.]
Not here.
...
Walk with me? I was heading to the dining room, anyway.
[ishi will go first, because he feels it's understandable to be wary of having people at one's back, in this sort of situation; he finds a seat once there, settling in with his hands folded on the table in front of him while he waits for guy to join him. his sword's noticeably absent.]
crashes in here hello im ready to die
When Ishikirimaru approaches, the blond doesn't exactly look surprised. He sighs, slowly putting down what's in his hand.
There's a terse glance towards the knife block, his lips thinning.]
Not here.
...
Walk with me? I was heading to the dining room, anyway.
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[ishi will go first, because he feels it's understandable to be wary of having people at one's back, in this sort of situation; he finds a seat once there, settling in with his hands folded on the table in front of him while he waits for guy to join him. his sword's noticeably absent.]
...what do you intend to do now, Guy-san?
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I don't know.
[This food looks remarkably unappetizing now that it's in front of him. Hm.]
I told Estelle not to bother with the swap. I don't know what the hell she was thinking.