“Flatterer,” Aoba ‘grumbled’, a warm smile proving the mutter to be anything but displeased. His ability to cook was hit or miss, really. He knew it! Certainly Koujaku teased him about it enough! Not that he hated Koujaku’s teasing or anything like that, but…Declan’s genuine appreciation was really nice. Aoba liked genuine praise and compliments just as much as anybody.
“Cooking a meal isn’t the least bit equal to sharing your home and buying new clothes…but if you let me cook for you a few more times, I might start to feel a little better about this arrangement.”
He’d have to find some little job, though…it halfway defeated the purpose of it if Declan was still paying for the ingredients, didn’t it?
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“Cooking a meal isn’t the least bit equal to sharing your home and buying new clothes…but if you let me cook for you a few more times, I might start to feel a little better about this arrangement.”
He’d have to find some little job, though…it halfway defeated the purpose of it if Declan was still paying for the ingredients, didn’t it?