[Anyway, serving Omi the omurice. The egg is too salty, the fried rice is more vegetables and chicken than rice, also it has too much soy sauce, and it's a bit burnt. Enjoy...?]
[Omi!!! He walks around the table to where Omi is and then just standa there expectantly because he is still not very cool or smooth or proactive at all.]
[My only fear is this time they go all the way. Fukuda is settling into Omi's lap, before breaking the kiss so he can shift to leave some marks on Omi's neck.]
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[He's forgotten numbers but he feels he had this impression before.
Anyway, he's struggling with the omelette. It's going to come out misshapen. It's fine don't worry about it.]
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[Hopefully that poor omelette turns out delicious anyway.]
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[Uhhhhh]
I just remember it was a good number.
[He can only mess it up by adding too much salt, which he might be doing right now actually.]
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Oops.]
What makes it a good number?
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[And now he's plating the rice and putting the omelette over it. Just give him a minute to do a ketchup squiggle.]
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[Anyway, serving Omi the omurice. The egg is too salty, the fried rice is more vegetables and chicken than rice, also it has too much soy sauce, and it's a bit burnt. Enjoy...?]
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And then offers Fukuda one.]
I think, maybe, you shouldn't be in the kitchen either right now.
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Aah, well I couldn't really measure things properly... I had to estimate based on my memory. Sorry.
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It was sweet of you.
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You did your best.
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[Cautiously.]
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Anyway, Omi will tug him into a sweet kiss.]
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Still, as always, once he's invited in, he starts to get a little bold, and bites down on Omi's lip.]
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They are going to do this in public.
Omi even tugs him closer. Onto his lap, Fukuda.]
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