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(佐藤 和真) Satou Kazuma | KonoSuba ([personal profile] lowleveled) wrote2020-09-19 01:15 pm
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immature: (i am going to see)

[personal profile] immature 2020-09-26 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[holy moly!

Osomatsu's already salivating at the thought of a breakfast that is homemade... he dumps the sheets into the hamper, then clasps Kazuma's gross hands with his own]


You shower first. I'll take care of this mess. Then... you can make whatever you want. I don't have a lot of food here, but I've got eggs, rice, and some other ingredients. O-Or, if you want, we can get ready, and go shopping. I'll buy whatever you need!
immature: (if life an rpg)

[personal profile] immature 2020-09-26 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Osomatsu puffs out his cheeks]

Look! I don't know olives from onions, okay? [he does] If I tried to cook, I'd burn down the apartment. So I'm always eating out...
immature: (this war never began)

[personal profile] immature 2020-09-26 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Osomatsu watches him go, his cheeks burning red hot. he feels something in his gut, something warm, and good. butterflies fluttering, but not because he's nervous anymore. it's because he's having... feelings. he's become attached already. that's dangerous!

but, at the same time, Kazuma's sworn to him that he won't leave him. and Osomatsu wants to believe in that promise. he wants to be... happy again.

he turns to look at the bed, then sighs. might as well start cleaning]