| [Aug. 16th, 2010|12:21 am] |
"Grandmother's out, yep," Ginta agreed. "She's coming back for supper, but that's hours away, so you're safe for now. I mean, if you're hoping to avoid her. If you were coming to see her and not me..."
He glanced up at Hiro with mock hurt on his face, and laughed when Hiro hastily waved his hands in denial.
"Yep, I didn't figure you were here to see her. I mean, Intel already has a guy assigned to check up on me who checks in with her, and if you wanted to talk to her about me, you'd do it when I wasn't here, and why would you do that anyway, since you're not Shiratori?" Convinced of his own logic, though no doubt having thrown Hiro widely off course, Ginta abandoned the topic of his grandmother and official visits from Intel entirely. "So what'd you bring? Oooh, yatsuhashi!" He beamed as he lifted a slightly limp triangular pink pastry from its packaging. "You remembered! Did you remember? I bet you remembered. You seem like the kind of person who'd remember, and I'm pretty sure I told you before I liked yatsuhashi best. Of course you probably could have asked someone and found out, but I think you remembered. You remembered, didn't you?"
The effort Hiro was making to conceal his amusement was sufficient answer for Ginta. Not only had Hiro remembered, but he was smugly pleased that Ginta had noticed. Ginta's grin broadened. "And you brought pork buns. This is great! We can eat these and some pickles and rice and it will totally count as lunch. And come on, how can this not be nourishing? Do you have any idea how much mackerel a man can eat before he starts getting fish stripes? I don't either, but I think I was about to find out." He held out an arm and shoved up the sleeve of his kimono, as if inspecting for nascent scales. |
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