[Chuuya isn’t entirely sure why he decided to share that little tidbit, and he doubts that Dylas wants to hear his life story, but whatever. It’s out there now, and Chuuya can’t take it back.
His brows furrow, mouth pressing into a thin line when he notices that Dylas seems to be in a hurry to leave.]
It’s your kitchen, isn’t it? That’s what you said before.
[Chuuya sets to making coffee regardless, not wanting to have a staredown with his housemate.]
I’m just here for coffee. You don’t gotta rush off.
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[Chuuya isn’t entirely sure why he decided to share that little tidbit, and he doubts that Dylas wants to hear his life story, but whatever. It’s out there now, and Chuuya can’t take it back.
His brows furrow, mouth pressing into a thin line when he notices that Dylas seems to be in a hurry to leave.]
It’s your kitchen, isn’t it? That’s what you said before.
[Chuuya sets to making coffee regardless, not wanting to have a staredown with his housemate.]
I’m just here for coffee. You don’t gotta rush off.