[Sasuke waits, restless in his patience, until that return. Already in his mind he is preparing to make a trip to the nearest market as repayment, replacing the vegetables Rokurou used in the meal. He doesn't share this aloud; he knows it would only be denied again. Yet the blanket under his arm and the warm, sealed container finally placed into his hands...
It would not feel right if he didn't. With a short nod of his head, he takes the offering and turns to leave. He can think of nothing else to say.
Only a day later — his coming and going silent, purposefully evasive — Rokurou will find a paper bag of fresh groceries on his doorstep as well as the cleaned bowl he borrowed, pinned with a note that reads in neat Japanese: It was good. ]
/ties a bow on this
It would not feel right if he didn't. With a short nod of his head, he takes the offering and turns to leave. He can think of nothing else to say.
Only a day later — his coming and going silent, purposefully evasive — Rokurou will find a paper bag of fresh groceries on his doorstep as well as the cleaned bowl he borrowed, pinned with a note that reads in neat Japanese: It was good. ]