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stop eating grass seto

[ So maybe Shin couldn't actually eat anymore. That was fine and expected; he'd been fully aware of the consequences of assuming a virtual form when he did it. But he could still remember how to cook and the taste of food and certain dishes. Day by day, spending time with the other few people that shared this little spaceship cabin, he was beginning to remember more about what humanity was really like - before Glass Cage and the human empathy project, before he learned about everything. And little by little, he was starting to open back up again. When they'd celebrated his birthday unexpectedly, he'd been pleasantly surprised - a feeling he hadn't had since that night on Tokyo Tower. But, moreover, he wasn't just pleased; he was grateful. That never happened.

Towards Seto, he especially felt gratitude. After all, he already owed him a great deal. Thus, for once, the bitter Shin felt like he ought to do something for someone, and that would be why he's in the kitchen, apparently making noodles. Just udon noodles.

Maybe he wasn't great at it, but he might as well try. ]

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Hm.

[ a noncommittal answer. on the other hand, Shin isn't making any connections whatsoever. As far as he knew, Seto's grandpa was just some scientist who probably worked under him at some point. It could have been anyone. So he just stands there, watching the udon simmer. ]

I'm surprised he could find soy sauce.

[Seto never thought about it, but it was weird. There was always soy sauce on the table, even if there wasn't food to go with it.]

I'm not sure where he found it.

[Yes old man. Let your adoptive grandchild eat grass in the front yard. It's okay. As long as you have The Soy Sauce.]

[ Seto if you wanted soy sauce on your grass all you had to do was ask!! There's a "hmph" at that answer. ]

And bubble tea, I'm sure.

[ shin's drink of choice for long work nights staring at papers... ]

[You weren't that nice you didn't talk very much gosh!!!]

I think I heard him mention that. Um...I don't think he ever found some.

[Not like Seto knew what it was anyways. Tea made sense. The bubble part didn't. Maybe you could make bubbles with it.]

Of course not. That would be impossible. [ that's because you need milk for it GOD!! ]

Oh. Is bubble tea something you can make?

If you have milk.

That's at the...grocery store. Can we make some?

[ ... ]

... If you want to try it. Buying things for me is pointless.

[Even if Shin can't try it, maybe Seto can still get him a bubble tea toy...or something like that.]

Oh, right. Um. What other things do you like?

[ he pushes up his glasses. What did he like? Not a lot. ] Why are you asking?

Because I want to get you something that will make you smile.

[ and he stares blankly at Seto for a moment. This boy... Again and again, he'd surprise him like this, and Seto might be the only person in the world that Shin didn't think was capable of lying. Shaking his head, he smirks for just a half second before humoring him a little. ]

... Books. Handmade onigiri. The countryside. ... When I was alive. [ pause. ] Looking at the stars.

Okay.

[His expression brightens immediately when he hears the answer. The more Shin says, the more Seto realizes that Shin and his grandpa had so much in common. He doesn't know about onigiri, but there were plenty of books. ]

Mm. The stars are nice. They were beautiful on Earth. Grandpa had a telescope in the observatory...at the very top.

[ that... does seem to catch his attention. Before he'd transferred his memories into Glass Cage, he and the other scientists had tried to snatch up land once the disaster hit. He remembered buying an old observatory for that express purpose. ]

Seto. How far from Tokyo Tower was your home?

[He didn't expect that question, not that it's difficult to answer. Seto glances away, trying to think that far back.]

Uh...it didn't take me long to get there. It was still the end of summer when I left and...when I got there.

[Not exactly meters or centimeters but that should give him a good estimate.]

Days.

[ because that doesn't help... ]

[you should have taught him math you jerk this is your fault.]

I think so. A lot of days.

... You said it wasn't long. [ this is like trying to give a cat a bath. ]

It didn't seem to take that long, but...

[WOW SETO.]

Oh. I have a map.

Let me see.

[ good job saying please Shin ]

Okay!

[To the abyss that is his bedroom. There's a bit of noise as he sorts through his hoard to pull out his old maps. Yes, ones with doodles and sketches of monsters in the area and other silly things. He reappears moments later and holds out the paper for Shin to take.]

Here.

[ Shin stares after him for a moment, then turns back to put the noodles on the table now that they've cooled, brow furrowing. How odd.

When Seto comes back, he takes the paper wordlessly, looking through them... wow, that's a lot of doodles. His funky ghost powers let him levitate the papers all together in front of himself, and he tries to put them together in his head.

It's not exact, but... ]

This is my observatory.

[It doesn't register in Seto's head at first what Shin means. It's his? No, it was Grandpa's. Actually, Seto's not sure who it belonged to. He just knows they took up residence there because it was safe. Did Shin own it before that?]

...Huh?

[Seto keeps his eyes on his ghost friend. There was something familiar about him, but he attributed that to the fact they met prior to the Thor.]

It was yours? I don't understand. I thought it was...Grandpa's.

I purchased it before I created this form. [ he touches his fingers to his chest to make it clear he's referring to himself right here. It was strange, to be split into two pieces - in a way, he wasn't the "real" Shin. That was why this was worth investigating. ] ... Perhaps I never made it back there.

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