[ Katsura is just about to get started on the food that he has on his plate, not really paying attention to how his smile is growing— hearing the chatter of the crew men and their conversations, the clanking of utensils and just.. the abundance of people that seemed like a gigantic family. All he can think of is hearing his own chopsticks against his dish in a small house that seemed so big when he was the only little thing to live there.
What snaps him back to reality is the pinch of his thigh, causing an embarrassing squeak to erupt from his throat. It also Katsura's posture to straighten and his cheeks to burn as his jaw sets firm. Turning to Tatsuma, he gives him a warning kind of look. ]
Don't play with your food. [ Of course, Sakamoto wasn't doing anything of the sort, but he figures he just needs to say this to 1.) give Sakamoto a vocal scold of some kind, 2.) try and cover up Tatsuma's flirting from any crew that might have put their attention on them by the noise he made. ]
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What snaps him back to reality is the pinch of his thigh, causing an embarrassing squeak to erupt from his throat. It also Katsura's posture to straighten and his cheeks to burn as his jaw sets firm.
Turning to Tatsuma, he gives him a warning kind of look. ]
Don't play with your food.
[ Of course, Sakamoto wasn't doing anything of the sort, but he figures he just needs to say this to 1.) give Sakamoto a vocal scold of some kind, 2.) try and cover up Tatsuma's flirting from any crew that might have put their attention on them by the noise he made. ]