[It comes out as a question, but not one of disbelief or mockery. Yuuichi's darker eyes are alight with curiosity, just like they were the first time Kyousuke kicked a soccer ball successfully, or the first time he jumped high enough for his imitation of Bakunetsu Screw to have even a little bit of a spin to it. They're delighted. Excited. Eager to hear about the new details of his little brother's life.
He looks down at their dinner, perfectly wrapped egg torn where he'd stuck his spoon into it.]
I remember trying to make it when I was in fifth grade, too. You said you liked it so I was determined to do it, but I ended up burning the egg.
[He looks back up at Kyousuke now, looking sheepish, but happy.]
When you have time again, I want to try eating your omurice, too.
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[It comes out as a question, but not one of disbelief or mockery. Yuuichi's darker eyes are alight with curiosity, just like they were the first time Kyousuke kicked a soccer ball successfully, or the first time he jumped high enough for his imitation of Bakunetsu Screw to have even a little bit of a spin to it. They're delighted. Excited. Eager to hear about the new details of his little brother's life.
He looks down at their dinner, perfectly wrapped egg torn where he'd stuck his spoon into it.]
I remember trying to make it when I was in fifth grade, too. You said you liked it so I was determined to do it, but I ended up burning the egg.
[He looks back up at Kyousuke now, looking sheepish, but happy.]
When you have time again, I want to try eating your omurice, too.