While it might not be unthinkable to follow through as best I can by bringing up the fate that brought us here…
As of now, if there were a hole, I’d want to fall into it, and I get the feeling I can only dig myself deeper.
Kei: ……I apologize for my outburst.
I lower my head in a bow, and decide to concentrate on the tray before me.
From here on, it would probably be best to strive not to deepen the wound any further.
First of all, correct your posture.
Are you holding your chopsticks the right way…?
Stabbing chopsticks, lost chopsticks, and licking chopsticks are no good, okay?
And now, with proper conduct, the meal recommences.
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Kei: ……*mokyu mokyu*
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Kei: ……*mokyu mokyu*
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Kei: Phew~
Somehow I feel her gaze shift away, and take a breath. After sipping just a little of my miso soup, my strategic self mindfully remembers the hand gesture to catch my outgoing breath.
Alright, now I can relax and enjoy the food.
Uuu, it sure is delicious!
Against my better judgment, I even ask for seconds as the meal proceeds.