[she could probably bring some vegetables from her dorm? Her roommates being gone made eating a lot lonelier... but still. She's focused on looking not quite so disheveled, especially after getting attacked by the electric bird...
When she gets there, she rings his doorbell politely, holding a bad of snacks, just in case.]
Sakichi answers the door shortly! He's looking domestic today in an apron, slippers, and comfortable home clothes, clearly somewhere in the cooking process. He doesn't quite smile when he sees her, but the furrow of his brow eases visibly, and that's a rare thing. He steps aside to let her in and motions to a spare pair of slippers should she want them. ]
Make yourself at home. I'm almost finished cooking.
[ The apartment is small but immaculate -- the result of not one, but two inhabitants keen on housework. A TV and sofa are the centerpieces of the living room, a collection of DVDs shelved nearby. Should Makoto choose to inspect the DVDs, she'll find that they're largely of cartoons and anime. ]
[the thunderbiiiiiird. but he doesn't need to know that, it would just worry him needlessly.
She will, eventually, inspect everything in the apartment, but she holds up her bag of snacks, most of which are from Japan, and that she brought with her back to the States. Then she places it on the counter, softly.]
Hopefully this will help. Thank you for the meal, I... missed having company for dinner.
[despite her best efforts, she does look a little less put together than usual, and she has a minor cut on her cheek]
[ Oh. She did mention that many of her friends were enlisted for the expeditionary teams. He wonders if homesickness is also affecting her. The United States and Japan are very different places, after all.
He notices the cut, but doesn't mention it just yet. Instead, he focuses on plating up the last of the food. ]
You're always welcome to have dinner with me, or have me over with you. I usually eat alone anyway.
[ There is zero hesitation in admitting this because he doesn't particularly mind it... ]
I've been meaning to ask if you're more comfortable speaking in Japanese.
[ And with that, he switches to Japanese. While he doesn't speak it nearly as much as he did when he was living with his mother, it's still his first language. He was only fortunate enough to learn English while he was young enough to take to it like a sponge. ]
Then we'll speak in Japanese. You should be able to relax among family.
[ He sets the dinner table with an assortment of dishes in small portions: crunchy daikon pickles, tofu, steamed fish, and boiled spinach. Of course, there's also tea, chopsticks, and a bowl of rice for each of them. None of it is especially fancy as far as flavor goes; Sakichi's food is as simple and straightforward as he is.
He takes off his apron and seats himself, then waits for Makoto to do the same. ]
I don't like or dislike eating alone. Mom was often away at work, so I'm just used to it.
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Otherwise, I'm open to a meal out.
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[ He sends her his address! It's a modest apartment not far from Recolle University. ]
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[she could probably bring some vegetables from her dorm? Her roommates being gone made eating a lot lonelier... but still. She's focused on looking not quite so disheveled, especially after getting attacked by the electric bird...
When she gets there, she rings his doorbell politely, holding a bad of snacks, just in case.]
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anyway
Sakichi answers the door shortly! He's looking domestic today in an apron, slippers, and comfortable home clothes, clearly somewhere in the cooking process. He doesn't quite smile when he sees her, but the furrow of his brow eases visibly, and that's a rare thing. He steps aside to let her in and motions to a spare pair of slippers should she want them. ]
Make yourself at home. I'm almost finished cooking.
[ The apartment is small but immaculate -- the result of not one, but two inhabitants keen on housework. A TV and sofa are the centerpieces of the living room, a collection of DVDs shelved nearby. Should Makoto choose to inspect the DVDs, she'll find that they're largely of cartoons and anime. ]
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She will, eventually, inspect everything in the apartment, but she holds up her bag of snacks, most of which are from Japan, and that she brought with her back to the States. Then she places it on the counter, softly.]
Hopefully this will help. Thank you for the meal, I... missed having company for dinner.
[despite her best efforts, she does look a little less put together than usual, and she has a minor cut on her cheek]
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He notices the cut, but doesn't mention it just yet. Instead, he focuses on plating up the last of the food. ]
You're always welcome to have dinner with me, or have me over with you. I usually eat alone anyway.
[ There is zero hesitation in admitting this because he doesn't particularly mind it... ]
I've been meaning to ask if you're more comfortable speaking in Japanese.
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Yes. While I can speak English fine, I misunderstand more. But I've been trying to practice my English, since all my classes will be in it.
[still... it's exhausting. and it really was contributing to the sense of homesickness she was having. And she missed speaking to their father...]
Do... you prefer to eat alone?
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Then we'll speak in Japanese. You should be able to relax among family.
[ He sets the dinner table with an assortment of dishes in small portions: crunchy daikon pickles, tofu, steamed fish, and boiled spinach. Of course, there's also tea, chopsticks, and a bowl of rice for each of them. None of it is especially fancy as far as flavor goes; Sakichi's food is as simple and straightforward as he is.
He takes off his apron and seats himself, then waits for Makoto to do the same. ]
I don't like or dislike eating alone. Mom was often away at work, so I'm just used to it.