[ His shoulders relax a fraction when he doesn't hear, Maybe later, or any version of later, thanks, goodbye. He pulls the milk out, then pulls out a pot, getting it going on the stove. (He has yet to replace the microwave he managed to explode. Who knew you weren't supposed to put certain things in those machines?! He sure didn't!)
He pointedly doesn't say anything about him not leaving, even if he wonders: why not? Unless he's practical enough, or overwhelmed enough, to need processing time. If Kanda disappears in the next hour, seeing him sooner wasn't going to change that, right?
... Right. ]
Hot chocolate it is! Did you want cream? I have peppermint too, but no caramel, if you wanted caramel.
[ He pops back out into the living area, blinking at the... what is he even wearing around his legs? The lack of socks registers a moment after, but the knit accessories have him tilting his head just a bit, trying and failing to understand. ]
No socks?
[ Should he not ask? He does anyway, because it was one of the issues he faced in the first few weeks here. For a guy who'd never gone shopping for clothing once before in his life, it was certainly an eye opening, sparkly experience. (Sparkly because that's what was on sale.) ]
Sit wherever you want, the sofa's comfortable, and the chairs aren't bad.
[ A pause. ]
Are you hungry?
[ Mental inventory of what he has in his cabinets right now, versus what fruits he's shoved into his fridge or set out on the counter. Easy things he doesn't need to cook, considering he's been very slow learning how to do any of that himself. ]
no subject
He pointedly doesn't say anything about him not leaving, even if he wonders: why not? Unless he's practical enough, or overwhelmed enough, to need processing time. If Kanda disappears in the next hour, seeing him sooner wasn't going to change that, right?
... Right. ]
Hot chocolate it is! Did you want cream? I have peppermint too, but no caramel, if you wanted caramel.
[ He pops back out into the living area, blinking at the... what is he even wearing around his legs? The lack of socks registers a moment after, but the knit accessories have him tilting his head just a bit, trying and failing to understand. ]
No socks?
[ Should he not ask? He does anyway, because it was one of the issues he faced in the first few weeks here. For a guy who'd never gone shopping for clothing once before in his life, it was certainly an eye opening, sparkly experience. (Sparkly because that's what was on sale.) ]
Sit wherever you want, the sofa's comfortable, and the chairs aren't bad.
[ A pause. ]
Are you hungry?
[ Mental inventory of what he has in his cabinets right now, versus what fruits he's shoved into his fridge or set out on the counter. Easy things he doesn't need to cook, considering he's been very slow learning how to do any of that himself. ]