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Post by Souji Seta on May 21, 2009 20:17:25 GMT -5
Souji watched her from the corner of his eye as he chopped the onions with a loud tap-tap-tap of the knife hitting the cutting board in rapid succession. The responsible side of his brain gently nudged him to pay more attention to his work -- despite Nanako being very capable for her age, he somehow doubted that she knew how to handle a severed finger -- but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the little girl. Back home, he was left on his own for the most part. He had a nanny whom he adored, but her duties had changed to general housekeeping once he turned fourteen. His copious amounts of Teenager Pride made it hard to crawl into her lap like he had when he was seven and, though he still had the impulse from time to time, parental affection had been left by the wayside for most of his young adult life.
But Nanako -- she was still young. She had no nanny to take away the sting of a workaholic parent, either; she only had him. Something about that made Souji swell with protectiveness and responsibility.
"Great," he smiled, setting down the (thankfully unbloodied) knife, "Thanks, leader." He took the oil gratefully, pouring a generous amount into the pan's surface before turning on the flame, "Can you grab the eggs and rice, kiddo?"
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