She may be nearly 30, but harmless silly trends are fun, so, as the family simply hangs out around the house, Shōta is asked:
“ Shōta, could you peel an orange for me please ? “
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He had just finished up doing dishes and was drying his hands on the kitchen towel that hung from the front of the sink. His brow tightened as he looked between Warden and the fruit bowl that was sitting on the kitchen counter.
He didn't know why she wanted him to do it, but as far as Shota was concerned her reasoning didn't matter, what mattered was she wanted an orange peeled. He took a plate from the freshly washed dishes and plucked a pairing knife off of the magnetic block that lined the wall. He stopped at the fruit bowl only to place an orange, a red apple, and a fat persimmon that was ripe to the touch on the porcelain.
Taking his harvest with him to the island, he sat and began to work on the orange first, running the blade along the middle of it before wedging the tip between the flesh and the pith. He was careful to break the fruit into it's individual segments, picking away at any stringy bits left behind. He placed them on the edge of the plate closest towards his lover before beginning to spiral away the skin of the apple, cutting it into wedges. The tip of the blade bit into the pointed bottom of the persimmon, a drop of juice beading on it before he began to strip away the flesh with minimal effort.
"If you want more, just let me know, I think I'm going to make Kineko a plate before she gets home."
