[For a while, the only sounds in the kitchen are those of cooking. But if Sabo looks closely enough, he'll see that the kid's shoulders are a little hunched, that there's a bit more energy in the way he's moving food around. That there's a huge grin on his face that he's trying hard to hide. He knew he'd improved since his mother passed, but without anyone tasting his food or watching him cook... it's been hard to really justify that.
After he spoons the rice out of its bowl and into the pan, though, he takes a moment to glance back at Sabo, to really take in his appearance, the ease with which he's sitting there. As if he doesn't have a care in the world.]
I dunno about your family, but I don't hate them. [If you asked him in a few months, if you asked a child in an iron mask, locked away in a cell, the answer might be a little different.] I don't hate my name, I'm just not good enough for it right now.
[But just a few seconds later, there's a small child speeding towards you holding a place piled high with rice, vegetables, and shrimp. He plops it on down on the table, practically beaming over how well this all turned out.]
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[For a while, the only sounds in the kitchen are those of cooking. But if Sabo looks closely enough, he'll see that the kid's shoulders are a little hunched, that there's a bit more energy in the way he's moving food around. That there's a huge grin on his face that he's trying hard to hide. He knew he'd improved since his mother passed, but without anyone tasting his food or watching him cook... it's been hard to really justify that.
After he spoons the rice out of its bowl and into the pan, though, he takes a moment to glance back at Sabo, to really take in his appearance, the ease with which he's sitting there. As if he doesn't have a care in the world.]
I dunno about your family, but I don't hate them. [If you asked him in a few months, if you asked a child in an iron mask, locked away in a cell, the answer might be a little different.] I don't hate my name, I'm just not good enough for it right now.
[But just a few seconds later, there's a small child speeding towards you holding a place piled high with rice, vegetables, and shrimp. He plops it on down on the table, practically beaming over how well this all turned out.]
Here you go!