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[ the streets had been pretty bare after a little traffic on the way to anthony's apartment, making due with the time they had when stopping to glance down at the arms around his waist. double-checking never hurt, considering the circumstances. as per usual he has his moments of thought over the events that had taken place throughout the day. said thoughts eventually traveled into their adventure at the lounge, concluding that it was most likely the alcohol speaking for anthony and nothing more than that; it was an acceptable self-hypothesis.

without any chatter involved (he was half-expecting puff, woo to happen any second, after all) he makes his way down the last few streets in complete silence, already quite aware of their exact destination. ]

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From the honorific he used for you the other night.

. . . You could be Sherlock Holmes. Sparta version.

I am fairly certain that Sherlock Holmes would have not reduced himself to Google for an answer.

Void. Google wasn't available in Holmes' time.

My deduction still stands.

So does my claim. Sparta Holmes.

That would be Nostradamus, Watson.

There's too many syllables.

I am sure you will get used to it.

I like my version better.

[ sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. ]

If you must.

Holmes and Watson are timeless. You can't change that.

Are you implying that this friendship is timeless as well?

[ has to pause for a moment. ]

. . . Don't know yet. But it is pretty special.

"Special" with a capital S, I am assuming. [ pauses, looking up and away from anthony when hiro pops his head in again to peer up at him. ] Hm? Are you finished?

[ nods slowly, looking between anthony and michael a few times in silence. quickly scurries to the former, tugging on his shirt a little. ]

[ a smile immediately spreads on his face upon seeing hiro, & he raises a hand to ruffle the boy's hair when he comes closer. ]

Hey. To the table?

[ looks pleased with the affection, nodding. ]

[ pushes himself up onto his feet, reaching for one of hiro's hands. ]

Okay. Let's go.

[ takes it immediately, glancing over to michael. trots to him, giving a small tug to his sleeve before quickly tugging anthony through the door. ]

Onward.

[ & with that, he picks up his own plate of food with his free hand & tugs hiro along with the other. two, three steps & they're out of his room, & a handful more lead them down the (short) hallway & toward the table. setting his plate down in front of his usual seat, he releases hiro's hand gently to settle into his chair. ]

[ wiggles onto his own assigned seat, getting comfortable next to his pokeball cup filled with orange juice. pats the table a bit when michael glances at the seats, his point taken quite quickly when the eldest seats himself across from them.

picks up his phone, typing and showing it to them both: ]

「 Itadakimasu. 」

[ looks at the word curiously. ]

Ita-daki-masu?

[ says it fluidly, though with an accent: ] Itadakimasu.

You say it before you eat in Japan.

I see. An interesting concept.

[ & then he begins to nom. ]