[Well, that was much easier than he expected. Izumida stands and heads to the kitchen, returning with two strawberries, chopped up small on a saucer beside the tiniest pile of white sugar possible. He may have actually counted the grains out. Either way, it seems like a compromise to him.
He sets the plate near Hiyori then sits back down. He brought a handful of berries for himself along with a glass of water.]
[ It's harder to get your way when she's this tiny, okay.
She doesn't say thank you, but she's eating it. It's annoying that she can't eat very fast though. At least she uses her front legs to help unlike a lot of normal turtles. ]
[And he's not taking advantage! It's just a side of her he didn't ever imagine existed.
He takes his time eating as well, mostly so he can keep an eye on Hiyori-san. The hybrid human-turtle way of eating is very different from Fukutomi-san's Turtle, but it seems to work for her.]
[ What, she's not heartless. She just happened to be spoiled by some of her parents (Yukihina, especially) and not by others (Kouji is a bit more annoying with healthy stuff).
She reaches a foot up as if reaching up her hand in a classroom. ]
[Heartless comes totally from the threatening-to-murder stuff. The nutrition thing is purely Izumida's hangup, but she's so young! It's important to establish good habits early!]
Sure thing!
[He leaves and returns with... just a straw, which he drops into his own glass and offers to her. Family, right? Should be fine.]
I think this might be bigger than all of you, Hiyori-san. Please be careful!
[He does bring the straw closer, but, well. He can always take it away if she gets too zealous. She won't be any fun to play with if she's puking. On the other hand, if he takes it away, she miiiiight kill him in his sleep.
[ She doesn't have to drink it all at once, does she? She grips the straw as well as she can and starts to sip it. It takes a bit of time, be patient with her. ]
[Izumida will be as patient as she needs because this is also tooth-rottingly cute. Even though he knows the little girl inside the turtle is... something else entirely even if she is also sometimes cute.]
[Or small female-identifying turtles, anyway, but regardless, she's black so she's up. And if he thought he could record it for future reference, he would.]
[Nanny cams to catch all the turtle moments. ... and lady Yukihina moments because why not.
Hmph, she got him with that one. He drums his fingers on his chin for a second--the start is so important!--then sets another piece down, only turning one of hers over. Not great, but he's playing the long game, or so he tells himself.]
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LAUGHS close enough
She scowls at him when he says no though. ]
OnLy if th3r3's sug@r on 1t.
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Apples already have plenty of sugar on their own! Or maybe a strawberry?
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...Ok@y, two str@wb3rr1es.
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He sets the plate near Hiyori then sits back down. He brought a handful of berries for himself along with a glass of water.]
Breakfast is served!
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She doesn't say thank you, but she's eating it. It's annoying that she can't eat very fast though. At least she uses her front legs to help unlike a lot of normal turtles. ]
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He takes his time eating as well, mostly so he can keep an eye on Hiyori-san. The hybrid human-turtle way of eating is very different from Fukutomi-san's Turtle, but it seems to work for her.]
Did you want something to drink?
[...How would that even work?]
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She reaches a foot up as if reaching up her hand in a classroom. ]
H1yori d0es!
[ A straw, please. ]
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Sure thing!
[He leaves and returns with... just a straw, which he drops into his own glass and offers to her. Family, right? Should be fine.]
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She looks displeased at it. Family, yes. Sharing drinks, no. ]
H1yori w@nt5 her own gla55.
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He looks startled but, well. Not unreasonable. The murder girl with the gross bubbles cares about hygiene. Who knew?
Exit and return, this time with a new glass.]
There you go! You won't be able to drink all this, though...
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Y3s sh3 can.
[ She totally can. Well, she can't, but he just told her that she couldn't so she will. Watch her pee in his bed tonight (she won't though).
He reaches for the straw. ]
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[He does bring the straw closer, but, well. He can always take it away if she gets too zealous. She won't be any fun to play with if she's puking. On the other hand, if he takes it away, she miiiiight kill him in his sleep.
Decisions, decisions.]
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[ She doesn't have to drink it all at once, does she? She grips the straw as well as she can and starts to sip it. It takes a bit of time, be patient with her. ]
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If you say so. Just say when!
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When wh@t?
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He's not saying he's not up to it, though.]
When you're done. I'll set it down then and we can start playing!
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Mmmhm!
[ She pulls away from the straw, a drop or two dripping on the couch, going back to the strawberries for a few bites. ]
H1yori's d0ne f0r n0w, sh3'll h@ve mor3 later.
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When she says she's done, he sets the glass down and turns to face the board.]
All right! Would you like to... wait.
[He looks between the pieces and Hiyori-san for a moment.]
Hiyori-san, can you carry these?
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[ It just won't be fast. But at least he can relish in how cute and non-murderous she looks while doing it. ]
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[Or small female-identifying turtles, anyway, but regardless, she's black so she's up. And if he thought he could record it for future reference, he would.]
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[ He should prepare better for it next time.
She picks up the little piece and plunks it down on the board. This is going to get tough the further into the game they are. ]
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Mental movies of cute things like that. Wow.]
Hmmmm....
[Izumida barely knows the rules so she's probably going to kick his ass. He puts his piece down and flips one of hers over. Ha!]
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She pouts, and after shuffling around the board a little places one so she gets to flip two tiles to black. Ha! right back at him! ]
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Hmph, she got him with that one. He drums his fingers on his chin for a second--the start is so important!--then sets another piece down, only turning one of hers over. Not great, but he's playing the long game, or so he tells himself.]
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Shuffling around again she puts one down, turning around one of his this time. ]
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