Princesa_soju

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There’s no Dunkin’ in Canada

“Pshh, no. I eat plenty of chips. Rice and soy sauce, too.” He waves his hand flippantly. “ Plus, it’s not all the same. Remember, Sensei, when me and you went to get ramen last time, you made me get those green things on it!”

“Bok choy. I made you get bok choy.” Iruka massages his temple. He doesn't even mention that was well over a week ago. Proudly. Naruto had admitted to eating one singular vegetable two weeks ago, proudly.

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Naruto getting sodium poisoning is only an unfortunate stepping stone in Iruka discovering love

Wip asf

Shane really don’t get the dunkin hype.. I lowkey can’t draw/render anymore so honestly might just post a good sketch of the scene & be done w it.

Ilya looks down on his doleful reflection in the ripples of his drink through the transparent lid on his perfectly inoffensive iced latte. Each drop of the caramel colored beverage looks as perfectly homogeneous as a textbook latte should. No lingering granules of sugar swimming around or thin cold foam curdling at the top. He sighs. He’s been doing that a lot lately.

How boring.

The taste is about as average as he would expect- if not a little bitter, just like the painfully uninspired Boston creme donut he’d picked out in short-lived excitement ten minutes ago at the Tim Hortons counter.

“So,” Yuna Hollander asks eagerly from across the table, “How do you like it?”

Ilya puts on his politest Canadian smile.

“It’s amazing, Da.”

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