There we go. That was better. That fit the Declan that Aoba had come to expect. Even the fumbling with the chopsticks.
Aoba chuffed an amused sound, putting down his own and reaching over to assist. He put his hands around Declan’s larger one, repositioning chopsticks and fingers alike for him, something like Aoba imagined had probably been done for him when he’d been very young. Granted, Declan wasn’t anything like young, but wherever they were, it wasn’t Japan.
“Brace with these fingers, and move the top stick with these,” he explained, manually moving Declan’s fingers in demonstration before sitting back, picking up his own set, and displaying the motion himself. Then he chuckled, thoughtlessly using the convenience of Declan’s well-loaded plate to just stab a chicken chunk with the tips of the utensils and holding it up as evidence.
“Or just do it this way, I won’t judge,” Aoba offered with a grin. “We use chopsticks by default where I come from so I’m used to them, but you don’t need to struggle on my account, Declan.”
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Aoba chuffed an amused sound, putting down his own and reaching over to assist. He put his hands around Declan’s larger one, repositioning chopsticks and fingers alike for him, something like Aoba imagined had probably been done for him when he’d been very young. Granted, Declan wasn’t anything like young, but wherever they were, it wasn’t Japan.
“Brace with these fingers, and move the top stick with these,” he explained, manually moving Declan’s fingers in demonstration before sitting back, picking up his own set, and displaying the motion himself. Then he chuckled, thoughtlessly using the convenience of Declan’s well-loaded plate to just stab a chicken chunk with the tips of the utensils and holding it up as evidence.
“Or just do it this way, I won’t judge,” Aoba offered with a grin. “We use chopsticks by default where I come from so I’m used to them, but you don’t need to struggle on my account, Declan.”