[Okay. So, it's Chuuya, and he needs to remember to pretend he forgot in the future. His ears flick a little at the order; Dylas knows he needs to be nicer to his housemates for Atsushi's sake, but it's just so hard...short redheads bring out the absolute worst out of him.
But he eventually turns around, his tail swishing through the air. He doesn't rest his hands on his body because he's been cooking, of course, but there's one question on his mind. That word. He's heard it before. It's a name.]
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[Okay. So, it's Chuuya, and he needs to remember to pretend he forgot in the future. His ears flick a little at the order; Dylas knows he needs to be nicer to his housemates for Atsushi's sake, but it's just so hard...short redheads bring out the absolute worst out of him.
But he eventually turns around, his tail swishing through the air. He doesn't rest his hands on his body because he's been cooking, of course, but there's one question on his mind. That word. He's heard it before. It's a name.]
Who's Christ?