[Sayo stopped and stared at this Mitsutada, before glancing over at the various items on the counter. If it weren't for his personality and that he's not cooking right now, this scene would be almost nostalgic.
He stayed quiet for a moment, uncertain if he should say anything. But this different Mitsutada might be able to sense Sayo's presence and stare.
[ He does sense Sayo's presence alright, but shows little indication of responding to it. Instead, he continues examining the items for a while more before speaking. ]
Do you need anything?
[ It's certainly different from how the old Mitsutada speaks. His voice is not relaxed, instead strung just enough to convey intent and nothing else. ]
[He heard of how contrasting the differences are, but he never got a chance to personally see them for himself. Until now. Sayo shakes his head and responds.]
No, I don't. [However, curiosity did keep him here.] Are you going to cook?
[Unless he's setting out the ingredients and tools for someone else, it's a reasonable question.]
[ Nameless considers this briefly before replying. No harm letting Sayo watch - because he didn't see any problem with others scrutinizing his actions. They were all thought out properly, after all. ]
You can.
[ With that, he returns his attention to what he had been working on. His movements are slow but precise, carving out a flower from the carrot that he had obtained. ]
[Sayo walks over until he's next to Nameless, and stands on his toes to get a better look at the kitchen bench. He could see him carving out a shape from a carrot. A flower? So decorative food for a dish?]
[ He doesn't seem to hear Sayo's question at first, continuing until he finishes the flower and starts examining the cucumber to see how he could turn it into leaves. ]
I am not sure.
[ Though it doesn't seem to be out of indecision - rather, he didn't know what it should be called. ]
My... favourite? [ He echoes Sayo's words, still unsure. ] What is my favourite?
[ Though that question doesn't seem to be addressed to anyone in particular - instead, he goes back to staring at the cucumber before starting to cut it into thin slices. ]
[What is his favourite? Unfortunately, Sayo doesn't know Mitsutada - the old Mitsutada - that well to answer it.]
I don't know... That's something you find out for yourself. [For the answer to... one's favourite food. Hm, thin slices of cucumbers.] What about... salads?
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He stayed quiet for a moment, uncertain if he should say anything. But this different Mitsutada might be able to sense Sayo's presence and stare.
Is he going to cook...?]
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Do you need anything?
[ It's certainly different from how the old Mitsutada speaks. His voice is not relaxed, instead strung just enough to convey intent and nothing else. ]
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No, I don't. [However, curiosity did keep him here.] Are you going to cook?
[Unless he's setting out the ingredients and tools for someone else, it's a reasonable question.]
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I think so.
[ Probably. Hopefully, when he figures out an aesthetically pleasing way to put the ingredients together. ]
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...If you are, can I watch?
[A simple question. He's just curious. How much is he different from the Mitsutada he knew, and how much is the same?]
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You can.
[ With that, he returns his attention to what he had been working on. His movements are slow but precise, carving out a flower from the carrot that he had obtained. ]
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...What are you going to make?
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I am not sure.
[ Though it doesn't seem to be out of indecision - rather, he didn't know what it should be called. ]
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How about... [Um.] ...your favourite?
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[ Though that question doesn't seem to be addressed to anyone in particular - instead, he goes back to staring at the cucumber before starting to cut it into thin slices. ]
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I don't know... That's something you find out for yourself. [For the answer to... one's favourite food. Hm, thin slices of cucumbers.] What about... salads?