#shibakens

“ Okay, this is getting exhausting ”, he sighed, a small huff escaping him, “ If I give you some·of this, will you quit bugging me? ” It was food he’d made for himself, on one of the few days he’d bothered to prepare lunch, all kept save in a plastic tub but he didn’t really care what happened to it. With his one deft motion of his chopsticks, a single kimpab roll was whipped up from the tub and thrust out in front of him. “ You want it or not? ” ( Well, how was he to know? Maybe he was jumping to conclusions after all )