◣ chuuya-san ◥ :

  After handing her the proper milk that she had wanted in the first place,

    Chuuya gives an annoyed look, almost like a glare, to the skim milk box in

    his palm. Just what was he supposed to do with this now? While he had

    just fought that skim milk was actually milk, it didn’t mean that he actually

    liked it. “Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, contemplating just leaving the milk there.

◣ ✿ ◥ As the girl sipped at her drink, she watched the elder. “Kouyou-san might like it,” she suggested; after all, even if she didn’t want it (and apparently neither did he), she didn’t think it should be thrown away. Wasting food was bad. After the statement, she stepped closer to him, her free hand reaching up to grip his sleeve–likely to prevent herself from wandering off should anything catch her interest. She didn’t want to get scolded for that. “What now?”