He thought bitterly of how very much he despised cafeterias. If he had his way, he'd never set foot in one ever again, not that someone of his status had ever spent much time in them to begin with. Perhaps he missed normal company most of all, beyond all the cheap banalities of mess halls.
Aidou wanted a vampire to talk too.
And then he just felt childish defying his own advice, and weakening his resolve. There was a very good chance that Akatsuki, at least, was gone. Dead, maybe, who knew. "Appearances or disappearances?" he questioned dully, pressing the tines of his fork through a clump of mashed potatoes before eating them. His father hated it when he'd played with his food as a child.
Flicking his gaze up, he glared at Kyon's back--a routine check to see if he wasn't flashing his fangs at someone--before glancing back at his own dinner partner. Ugh, to think what it would be like if he wasn't working alone, having to do all of this stuff by himself.
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Aidou wanted a vampire to talk too.
And then he just felt childish defying his own advice, and weakening his resolve. There was a very good chance that Akatsuki, at least, was gone. Dead, maybe, who knew. "Appearances or disappearances?" he questioned dully, pressing the tines of his fork through a clump of mashed potatoes before eating them. His father hated it when he'd played with his food as a child.
Flicking his gaze up, he glared at Kyon's back--a routine check to see if he wasn't flashing his fangs at someone--before glancing back at his own dinner partner. Ugh, to think what it would be like if he wasn't working alone, having to do all of this stuff by himself.