Aoba jumped a little as Declan leaned in. As small as the kitchen area was and as big as Declan was, his host was rather leaning over Aoba as well. It was more than enough to jolt him from his brief sulk, turning his head for a pretty up-close view of Declan’s eager expression—and looking away in a hurry as his blush got a whole lot deeper.
Even the fact that Declan was being so talkative…even if it was something as trivial as those color shader things. Was he really inviting Aoba to change the colors of the place? Home decoration, seriously?
It was a ridiculous thing to think, but for a couple moments, Aoba almost felt like he was turning into the center of Declan’s world.
“It’s, ah…yeah, it’s done,” Aoba agreed, cutting the omelet in half and dividing it up between two plates. “Sorry…I left it in the pan too long so it’ll…probably be a little dry, but it’s still okay to eat.”
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Even the fact that Declan was being so talkative…even if it was something as trivial as those color shader things. Was he really inviting Aoba to change the colors of the place? Home decoration, seriously?
It was a ridiculous thing to think, but for a couple moments, Aoba almost felt like he was turning into the center of Declan’s world.
“It’s, ah…yeah, it’s done,” Aoba agreed, cutting the omelet in half and dividing it up between two plates. “Sorry…I left it in the pan too long so it’ll…probably be a little dry, but it’s still okay to eat.”