Seated at the counter. Looking over a newspaper. He'd wondered if Atsuhide was going to cook for him as well, but wasn't certain; it seemed he was waiting him out.
When he sets down the bowl of rice, he clears his throat. Tries not to think about what the mentaiko means. ]
You're the only dog around here.
[ He lifts his chopsticks, dinging them off the side of the bowl. Then he notices the discoloration of Atsuhide's hand and he feels his heart lurch. ]
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Seated at the counter. Looking over a newspaper. He'd wondered if Atsuhide was going to cook for him as well, but wasn't certain; it seemed he was waiting him out.
When he sets down the bowl of rice, he clears his throat. Tries not to think about what the mentaiko means. ]
You're the only dog around here.
[ He lifts his chopsticks, dinging them off the side of the bowl. Then he notices the discoloration of Atsuhide's hand and he feels his heart lurch. ]
... Why is your hand dead as well?