[The cat looks at Ryo in return, curiously meowing.
When Akira finally comes back, it's a wonder he hasn't smashed all the food by gripping it tightly in one fist. But no, he's carrying it... not in a sack, but in it clutched in his hands. Except for the drink which is pinned between an elbow and his chest.
He has all kinds of random things: fries, an almost collapsed burger, nuggets, a slab of chicken without the sandwich part. He drops all of it on the table around the cat before sitting down to eat with his fingers.
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When Akira finally comes back, it's a wonder he hasn't smashed all the food by gripping it tightly in one fist. But no, he's carrying it... not in a sack, but in it clutched in his hands. Except for the drink which is pinned between an elbow and his chest.
He has all kinds of random things: fries, an almost collapsed burger, nuggets, a slab of chicken without the sandwich part. He drops all of it on the table around the cat before sitting down to eat with his fingers.
The cat joins him.]