Y-Yeah! [ Denji agrees without a hitch of hesitation, receiving Angel's silent messaging through wide eyes, then swiveling around to furiously nod at Aki. ] It'll go really good with the ice cream! And the cake!
[ He digs out each from the pile as he names them in rapid succession, as well as plates and utensils, feeling a little crazed, a little unmoored, in his eagerness. He isn't sure why, and he definitely doesn't want to poke too deeply through that can of worms. The only thing he knows is that maybe this is like a sorta truce from Angel, an assurance that he isn't trying to encroach on anything of his in this delicate ecosystem he's made a home of, that the food in the fridge is still his, his shirts still belong to him, and the people here…
They'll stay the same, too.
Denji doesn't take that the gesture for granted, even though no less than a minute ago, he was unsuccessfully trying to posture and peacock. ]
So… you're welcome, [ he ends on, after plating some of the food. The ice cream is looking sad and half-melted, but whatever, it's still Aki's preferred flavor, right? That's what matters. ]
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[ He digs out each from the pile as he names them in rapid succession, as well as plates and utensils, feeling a little crazed, a little unmoored, in his eagerness. He isn't sure why, and he definitely doesn't want to poke too deeply through that can of worms. The only thing he knows is that maybe this is like a sorta truce from Angel, an assurance that he isn't trying to encroach on anything of his in this delicate ecosystem he's made a home of, that the food in the fridge is still his, his shirts still belong to him, and the people here…
They'll stay the same, too.
Denji doesn't take that the gesture for granted, even though no less than a minute ago, he was unsuccessfully trying to posture and peacock. ]
So… you're welcome, [ he ends on, after plating some of the food. The ice cream is looking sad and half-melted, but whatever, it's still Aki's preferred flavor, right? That's what matters. ]