kaikanii-blog:

Kunikida decided at some point that as a growing child, Kyouka needed to eat better to keep up her health. While she agreed (so long as sweets were not taken out of her diet), the particular food he got her--well, she didn't like it. She was walking around with the box of food in her hands when she saw a certain someone: a certain someone who wasn't picky with food and had given her sweets not long ago. As such, she approached him and held out the food for him to take. "Here. Now we're even."

canisaevus:

Just because he wasn’t terribly picky with his food did not mean he appreciated the curious container being thrust out at him as if he was some sort of unwanted food repository.

Furthermore, Akutagawa could not ascertain what warranted this visit, the child usually steering clear of him if she could prevent their meeting. She thought he did not notice the how, at times, long sleeves would disappear around a corner with the soft pad of sandals as accompaniment. It was why the current situation was nothing short of baffling to him; the hound eyed the box with suspicion. (Was it poisoned? If so, he would be a fool to accept. But then again, it would make her a fool to offer.) Akutagawa could refuse her and leave, but the thought of food going to waste disturbed him worse than the thought of taking the box from her hands. He relented, spindly fingers curling around the container and lifting it from her hold.

Eyes reminiscent of the abyss scrutinized the contents of the box once the cover was lifted. A simple lunch, one that did not seem out of the ordinary, except…ah. Vegetables, most likely ones she was passing onto him in an act of childishness. Kyouka was not as outspoken as Elise, but the way she seemed determined to force her ‘good will’ onto him was certainly indicative of her age.

Out of sheer curiosity (and not the beast growling from the insides of his viscera), he picked up some of the food and brought it to his mouth. Flavor immediately burst on his otherwise caged tongue, his body thankful for the offering even if the hound himself is not. After a moment of contemplation, he gave his judgement. “It’s good.”

Whoever made this had put a calculated effort into it; the rice was not hardened, the vegetables still retaining their rich flavor, and the egg still retaining a fluffy quality. Overall, an acceptable meal having been prepared hours beforehand. Why anyone would want to rid their hands of it was unknown. In the midst of this thought, he turned his attention towards the child once more, his usual glower lessened by a quiet inquisitiveness. “You’d best have some, too.” Because really, there was no way he would be able to finish all of this on his own.