[And he's gone... Oh, well. At least there are no hard and fast rules for making chazuke, even though some ingredients had definitely become common. Atsushi will like it, regardless: he enjoys food, and he's not picky.
Carefully putting away his bag, he checks on the water, making the tea while Dylas is off gathering ingredients.
But apparently "carefully" wasn't careful enough. Just as Atsushi has gotten to the stove, he hears the shift of fabric as his bag falls over. The egg! Transforming his legs, Atsushi dashes over, sighing in relief as he catches the bag in time to save the egg. The shifting air in such an enclosed space makes the table tremble, though, the diary falling off and landing open on the ground.
Ahhh, what did he do?! Atsushi puts the bag down again, in as safe a position as he can think of, and hurries to clean everything up. (Just, nevermind some claw marks on your floor.)]
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[And he's gone... Oh, well. At least there are no hard and fast rules for making chazuke, even though some ingredients had definitely become common. Atsushi will like it, regardless: he enjoys food, and he's not picky.
Carefully putting away his bag, he checks on the water, making the tea while Dylas is off gathering ingredients.
But apparently "carefully" wasn't careful enough. Just as Atsushi has gotten to the stove, he hears the shift of fabric as his bag falls over. The egg! Transforming his legs, Atsushi dashes over, sighing in relief as he catches the bag in time to save the egg. The shifting air in such an enclosed space makes the table tremble, though, the diary falling off and landing open on the ground.
Ahhh, what did he do?! Atsushi puts the bag down again, in as safe a position as he can think of, and hurries to clean everything up. (Just, nevermind some claw marks on your floor.)]