[ reaching for the bowls, wenzhou pauses with the jab at him, brow twitching slightly before he resumes and sets them down on the counter with a firm clack of the dishware against the surface. really, why does he even bother? this brat is so ungrateful, and so insincere - who's the actual masochist here? ]
Somehow, I feel like you don't. But that's fine. [ reaching for the ladle, he serves up the meal. portioning isn't hard when he knows that fei du actually eats like a bird for all that he's a bat. ] You can learn new tricks.
[ like being more honest. with a click of his tongue, he turns and brings him a piping hot bowl filled with protein and iron and disguised blood, the vegetables he cut earlier arranged neatly to show his work and proof of new tricks. ]
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Somehow, I feel like you don't. But that's fine. [ reaching for the ladle, he serves up the meal. portioning isn't hard when he knows that fei du actually eats like a bird for all that he's a bat. ] You can learn new tricks.
[ like being more honest. with a click of his tongue, he turns and brings him a piping hot bowl filled with protein and iron and disguised blood, the vegetables he cut earlier arranged neatly to show his work and proof of new tricks. ]
Shut up and eat.