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[ hits send on the text message to alyssa -- that he's coming to visit for a short while -- before he starts up his scooter & steers himself in the direction of nathan's apartment. his backpack is holding only one thing, but it's precious enough of a bundle that he wears the backpack against his stomach. ignores the looks he's getting both on & off the street, parking tinkerbell in her usual corner spot. it's been almost two weeks since he's saw her (two weeks to recover), which is why he'd armed himself with a present in apology.

stands in front of the door to the stairs for a moment, wondering if he's feeling up to the physical exertion today-- then just changes direction to walk in the direction of the elevator. glances up at the ceiling of it when he's on board & pressed the proper number, feeling a little nervous for no reasons he could consciously finger. decides to shrug it off the best he can when he shuffles off it, rummaging around his backpack to take out the wrapped present before something (someone?) in front of a door catches his eye.

... stops. blinks. ]

. . . ? [ belatedly realizes that the boy is front of the door he needs to reach, making him pause, blink & speak: ] . . . Hi.

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[ blinks, but settles himself onto his bed, watching him wander the room before a thought hits him. ]

Do you have pajamas?

[ sips his drink for a long moment, then turns to anthony and shakes his head. ]

[ scratches his head. then thinks... & thinks some more... ]

. . . I'll look for some of my old clothes.

[ wanders on over to wiggle up on top of the bed to sit next to him. ]

「 I can sleep in my underwear. 」

[ rests a hand on his head. ]

You'll get sick.

[ puffs out his chest a little. ]

「 I have my pikachu blanket. 」

[ shrugs, then shakes his head. ]

Safe than sorry.

[ blows bubbles into his cup in reply, as if he just insulted his precious blanket. ]

[ doesn't get the full extent of the message, but knows enough to make him give hiro a hair ruffle. ]

Even Red wears clothes to sleep.

[ slowly comes back around, typing as he sips: ]

「 Red wears the same clothes everywhere. 」

But it's still clothes.

... [ lets out a puff of air through his nose. ]

「 Okay. 」

[ gives another hair ruffle & a smile. ]

I'll look after dinner.

... !

「 Is it ready? 」

Almost. Just have to fry it.

[ hops off the bed and tugs at anthony's shirt, signaling that he's ready for his food. ]

[ blinks at him, then also gets to his feet. gently dislodges himself from hiro's grip to start walking toward the door. ]

Give me ten more minutes, then.

[ nods and obediently sits on the edge of the bed again, staring at anthony expectantly. ]

[ wanders out into the kitchen to return to his almost-done product. takes him a little longer than ten minutes by the time he's finished both cooking & setting the table, but soon enough, he's calling for hiro: ]

It's ready.

[ jumps up and off the bed, walking a little hurriedly towards the table. peeks down at what he assumes is his seat, placing his cup down so that he can properly wiggle onto one of the chairs. ]

[ puts a bowl of fried rice in front of hiro when the boy adjusts. fetches himself his own drink & portion of food afterward, then also takes a seat. ]

. . . Dig in?

[ sets his cellphone down, grabbing his utensil. pauses before he eats, typing up: ]

「 Itadakimasu. 」

[ & then begins to nom. ]

[ blinks & tilts his head toward the cellphone to get a better look at the word he had barely managed to read before hiro started eating. ]

It-ah. . . da-ki-maa-sue?

[ looks extremely pleased at the food, quickly noming down a few more spoonfuls. thinks for a moment on how to explain it, only typing when he swallows. ]

「 I express my gratitude for the food. 」

[ seems to puff up a bit. ]

Oh. You're welcome?