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[Shindou's curiosity is met with a soft smile of his own, eyes closing in slight contemplation as he mulls over how to phrase this. Maybe it was because Tsurugi was so short on words as it is, he had to choose the correct ones, and certainly no more than necessary. His fingers drift over the box of pocky, sliding along the edge of it and fiddling with the perforated edge.]
Most of the time, no. My parents often wanted us to make sure we didn't eat after we got ready for bed.
[But his face grows warmer at this part eyes opening as he punctures that perforated seal on the box, quietly opening it to reveal the packet of pocky inside.]
But if it was a special occasion, like New Years or if we had special company over, we'd ask.
[In Shindou's eyes, perforated boxes that opened without the necessity to tear the cardboard was absolutely artful. With minimal waste, you could maintain the shape of the original packaging so that if you wanted to save the snack for a later time, you could do so without having to find another container for it. They weren't as sturdy as some of the boxes his parents' friends brought them cookies in, but they were creative and fun.
His eyes glimmer with curiosity as he watches Tsurugi open the box, widening at the way the plastic packet peeks out once the "top" is pulled back.
The smile on his face is like that of a small child, a contrast from the sharp, serious look of the team's tactician that he wore during the day.]
... I agree. It's special for me, too.
As long as we brush our teeth very carefully after.
[Tsurugi takes note of Shindou's attentiveness as his finger breaks the perforated seal, the way his eyes seem to light up when the package is pulled out just enough so that he can peel open the plastic and reveal the breadstick ends of the Pocky. In his eyes, this was nostalgia, and a fond memory, not entirely mundane but also nothing truly groundbreaking. But to Shindou, he can only imagine how many times he's even had the snack, let alone this flavour or in such a casual way. Kirino, probably, had something to do with his knowledge of snacks alone.
But most of this would be fun to watch...and a part of him can't help but love the idea of an entire night of Shindou excited like this.]
Very carefully. And no cutting corners on the times.
[Something he remembers he tried to do--and was caught by Yuuichi--when he was young.]
Here.
[The Box of exposed Pocky is offered to him, allowing him to pull the first one.]
It's matcha flavoured. I tried to get ones other than just chocolate....
[The way Tsurugi says it, Shindou can immediately imagine that it's spoken from experience. There must've been a day years back, with his older brother, where one of them tried to cheat on time. And he thinks he's looking that one in the eyes right now as he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling, reaching for the offered snack.
He holds it much like a conductor might hold his baton, the stick-shaped biscuit held delicately between his thumb and two of his fingers, before he turns it around to bite into the opposite, cream-covered end.]
[You may not have known this, Shindou, but Tsurugi was quite the little brat back in the day--words Yuuichi would never describe him as, though. To his older brother, Kyousuke was just as perfect in his eyes as Yuuichi was to Kyousuke himself.
It's not something he likes to openly talk about. Who knows how people like Hamano and Tenma would react to such news.
His eyes follow Shindou's fingers, the familiarity of God's Baton shows in how he holds the single stick of Pocky, bringing it towards him to bite at the tip. Tsurugi's eyes widen when Shindou's reaction is...excitement, feeling his heart practically leap out from his chest.
All that over being exactly what the box claimed. Shindou really was as endearing as he thought.]
Well, we can't fault them for false advertising. [As he goes to take one himself, nibbling on it just as delicately.]
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Most of the time, no. My parents often wanted us to make sure we didn't eat after we got ready for bed.
[But his face grows warmer at this part eyes opening as he punctures that perforated seal on the box, quietly opening it to reveal the packet of pocky inside.]
But if it was a special occasion, like New Years or if we had special company over, we'd ask.
...
I think this counts as special.
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His eyes glimmer with curiosity as he watches Tsurugi open the box, widening at the way the plastic packet peeks out once the "top" is pulled back.
The smile on his face is like that of a small child, a contrast from the sharp, serious look of the team's tactician that he wore during the day.]
... I agree. It's special for me, too.
As long as we brush our teeth very carefully after.
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But most of this would be fun to watch...and a part of him can't help but love the idea of an entire night of Shindou excited like this.]
Very carefully. And no cutting corners on the times.
[Something he remembers he tried to do--and was caught by Yuuichi--when he was young.]
Here.
[The Box of exposed Pocky is offered to him, allowing him to pull the first one.]
It's matcha flavoured. I tried to get ones other than just chocolate....
OOPS
He holds it much like a conductor might hold his baton, the stick-shaped biscuit held delicately between his thumb and two of his fingers, before he turns it around to bite into the opposite, cream-covered end.]
... !
Tsurugi! It really is matcha!
[What was he expecting? Who knows.]
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It's not something he likes to openly talk about. Who knows how people like Hamano and Tenma would react to such news.
His eyes follow Shindou's fingers, the familiarity of God's Baton shows in how he holds the single stick of Pocky, bringing it towards him to bite at the tip. Tsurugi's eyes widen when Shindou's reaction is...excitement, feeling his heart practically leap out from his chest.
All that over being exactly what the box claimed. Shindou really was as endearing as he thought.]
Well, we can't fault them for false advertising. [As he goes to take one himself, nibbling on it just as delicately.]
I've seen all kinds of flavours. Lychee, Peach...