( The question takes him off guard, his usual, soundless setting of the table marred by an unpleasant clink as his thumb slips from the bottom of the plate, and it's set down on the table.
His brows furrow slightly, and he casts his gaze across the table. Ah.
... He sighs. )
... That guy sent me another message. Said his kid's 18. That's about the age range everyone's in, just about.
( It's rough, not having Shino waking him up in the middle of the night for snacks, or Riquet's drawings hung up in the kitchen as he cooks. Not that he'd ever admit it. He definitely says it's whatever. But it's not whatever. )
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His brows furrow slightly, and he casts his gaze across the table. Ah.
... He sighs. )
... That guy sent me another message. Said his kid's 18. That's about the age range everyone's in, just about.
( It's rough, not having Shino waking him up in the middle of the night for snacks, or Riquet's drawings hung up in the kitchen as he cooks. Not that he'd ever admit it. He definitely says it's whatever. But it's not whatever. )