( he catches the tart and at least saves it the sad fate of falling to the ground pathetically, though a few blackened flakes make their best effort, land and stick on his rain-wet shoes. it's easier to consider them than the weirdly normal scene before him, gil's rising to break's bait yet again about something as mundane as tea and cakes, as if
as if.
it's not just any day, and he's not even sure he wants to pretend. someone else might've been goaded into anger by now, but he just offers: )
I'm not hungry.
( which sounds a little too pathetic, even to him, so - )
So I guess that's more for you, after having to wait on us.
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as if.
it's not just any day, and he's not even sure he wants to pretend. someone else might've been goaded into anger by now, but he just offers: )
I'm not hungry.
( which sounds a little too pathetic, even to him, so - )
So I guess that's more for you, after having to wait on us.