[ everything does smell delicious. one can tell that six is anticipating the food with the way his ears twitch out of their own accord, but his expression otherwise remains neutral as he observes what yuuji is doing in the kitchen. it's what the other says next that has six faltering.
a light, red flush creeps up on him, dusting his cheeks. ]
... Do I look any different?
[ all he did was put on a shirt (granted, it's a shirt that's almost close to looking like a certain virgin killing sweater—), so he's not sure why he received such a compliment.
then again, he can also accept that this is just yuuji being nice as usual. ]
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a light, red flush creeps up on him, dusting his cheeks. ]
... Do I look any different?
[ all he did was put on a shirt (granted, it's a shirt that's almost close to looking like a certain virgin killing sweater—), so he's not sure why he received such a compliment.
then again, he can also accept that this is just yuuji being nice as usual. ]