I will wait for you to return until I turn to stone and they write sad tales about me. The dutiful wife, staring out over the ocean for her husband who'll never come home to her. So sad.
Oh, so emotional~ Almost enough to have a song written about it. Too bad I don't know anyone who does that sort of thing.
I'd be back faster if you did your own grocery shopping, you know. Do you even really need half the stuff on this list? Dumb question. I know you don't!
Oh I'm sure I don't need ALL of it, but if you start removing items willy-nilly then we'll be left with useless half-formed recipes and pieces of meals and then I'll have to get inventive!
Excuse you? I don't trust you experimenting in my kitchen like that.
Most of these ingredients seem redundant, anyway... While I can appreciate finer cuisine, did you forget I have to carry all of this home? Unbelievable.
Ahh.... But you're so much stronger than poor, weak, noodle-armed me. Heavy bags would wrest my arms free of their sockets, which is why I have to rely on your superior strength~ <3
Strength all the better to throw you back out on the street with! Ugh, you're sooo spoiled! You better be counting your days. Even a saint's patience isn't infinite.
[Except he... doesn't actually sound that unhappy about it... Oh no, he's easy.]
But I could cover your walls in concertos! Multi-colored ink bars!
Anyone who entered the house would exclaim their wonderment and remark upon how it must be the residence of a genius. It would only be a good look for you!
Then my body will merely contain permanent proof of my accomplishments!
[He will now return to waiting - or rather to being lost in his composition, sitting barefoot in a mess of notes, musical measures already covering parts of his hands, arms, and feet from before he'd pulled the paper out.]
Right, right. It wouldn't do to have you go on stage with ink stains and rashes so I'd rather you didn't, okay~?
Anyway, I'll be home soon.
[As promised, it isn't a full half hour before the front door opens, along with various grumbles and the sound of shuffling bags. Izumi barely glances around, calling out into the open air.]
Leo-kun, I'm home. Come help carry all this in. Most of it's yours, anyway.
You're not calling me the monster, are you? How rude. Maybe such a bag monster has come to take revenge on the greedy creature that made it get so big in the first place, huh? For how tired my arms are now, I'd say you'd be getting your just desserts, honestly.
[And with that timing, at least one of the bags is lifted from his burden, allowing Izumi a proper look at Leo — and all the marks covering his skin, despite his nagging. He crooks a dubious brow at the other, ushering him away from the door and stepping past him.]
Even after I reminded you about the paper, you still look like that... [A sigh, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.] Whatever. Just bring it to the kitchen so we can put it all away.
[Leo merely grins at the scolding and follows behind Izumi with a bounce in his step that's nearly enough to dislodge some of the items from the bag. Thankfully everything makes it into the kitchen in one piece.]
But I did this before you reminded me! ...Though probably after previous reminders, but definitely before your current reminder! Anyway, I couldn't use the toilet paper because the pen goes right through. I can't help it when inspiration hits me!
There are so many issues with you composing on toilet paper, I can't even list them all. Definitely do not do that.
[The both of them manage to bring everything over safely, Izumi setting his own grocery bag on the kitchen island and blinking at Leo. He seems to consider something for a moment, then spins on his heel with a dismissive wave of the hand, stepping away to take a seat at the table and check his phone.]
Since the majority of it is yours, you can handle putting it away, right? Carrying it all by myself was annoying, so I'll let you have at it. Thank you~
[For a moment, Leo stares forlornly at the mass of groceries before him. Then there's a smile back on his face again as he starts digging through the contents of the first bag.]
My saint has given me a task! Such a being must enjoy living dangerously, as his poor, worthless devotee has negative organizational skills~
[He hums a few bars of a work in progress as he snatches up a few individual vegetables. These might be going in the refrigerator, but most likely not into the vegetable drawer...]
Haha. Don't you worry. Part of my bountiful generosity is the willingness to guide my loyal devotees in the areas they lack promise in.
[Otherwise known as micro-managing. Though his attention appears fixed on his phone, his gaze does flicker up at Leo's back every few seconds, monitoring his progress.]
Did you really think I'd let you make even more of a mess for me to clean up later? Those go in the bottom left drawer, by the way~
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T E S T!!!
[Cue a long stream of balloon and confetti emojis.]
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What do you want now!
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[A sigh heard across the nation...]
Fine. Whatever. Just wait until I get back. You can manage that, can't you?
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I will wait for you to return until I turn to stone and they write sad tales about me. The dutiful wife, staring out over the ocean for her husband who'll never come home to her. So sad.
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Almost enough to have a song written about it.
Too bad I don't know anyone who does that sort of thing.
I'd be back faster if you did your own grocery shopping, you know.
Do you even really need half the stuff on this list?
Dumb question. I know you don't!
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That could be fun, actually...
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Most of these ingredients seem redundant, anyway...
While I can appreciate finer cuisine, did you forget I have to carry all of this home? Unbelievable.
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Ugh, you're sooo spoiled! You better be counting your days. Even a saint's patience isn't infinite.
[Except he... doesn't actually sound that unhappy about it... Oh no, he's easy.]
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Ah! I'm inspired. Where's my marker??
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And I'm certain there's paper so there's no excuse for you scribbling anywhere else, okay? I won't forgive you.
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Anyone who entered the house would exclaim their wonderment and remark upon how it must be the residence of a genius. It would only be a good look for you!
Wahaha... found it!
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If I ever have any guests, they'd know exactly who put that on my walls. And I do not need anyone thinking I approved of that.
I'll be home soon, and there better not be any writing off paper!
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Okay, fine. Nothing on the walls. I wouldn't want the saint to strike me down.
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It doesn't affect me whether you write on yourself or not, but do it too much and you'll just irritate your skin, you know~?
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[He will now return to waiting - or rather to being lost in his composition, sitting barefoot in a mess of notes, musical measures already covering parts of his hands, arms, and feet from before he'd pulled the paper out.]
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Anyway, I'll be home soon.
[As promised, it isn't a full half hour before the front door opens, along with various grumbles and the sound of shuffling bags. Izumi barely glances around, calling out into the open air.]
Leo-kun, I'm home. Come help carry all this in. Most of it's yours, anyway.
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...Ooo, I see the baguette.
[A pair of arms appears to take hold of the bag with said item, freeing it from Izumi's grip.]
Where does my saint want them?
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[And with that timing, at least one of the bags is lifted from his burden, allowing Izumi a proper look at Leo — and all the marks covering his skin, despite his nagging. He crooks a dubious brow at the other, ushering him away from the door and stepping past him.]
Even after I reminded you about the paper, you still look like that... [A sigh, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.] Whatever. Just bring it to the kitchen so we can put it all away.
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[Leo merely grins at the scolding and follows behind Izumi with a bounce in his step that's nearly enough to dislodge some of the items from the bag. Thankfully everything makes it into the kitchen in one piece.]
But I did this before you reminded me! ...Though probably after previous reminders, but definitely before your current reminder! Anyway, I couldn't use the toilet paper because the pen goes right through. I can't help it when inspiration hits me!
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[The both of them manage to bring everything over safely, Izumi setting his own grocery bag on the kitchen island and blinking at Leo. He seems to consider something for a moment, then spins on his heel with a dismissive wave of the hand, stepping away to take a seat at the table and check his phone.]
Since the majority of it is yours, you can handle putting it away, right? Carrying it all by myself was annoying, so I'll let you have at it. Thank you~
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[For a moment, Leo stares forlornly at the mass of groceries before him. Then there's a smile back on his face again as he starts digging through the contents of the first bag.]
My saint has given me a task! Such a being must enjoy living dangerously, as his poor, worthless devotee has negative organizational skills~
[He hums a few bars of a work in progress as he snatches up a few individual vegetables. These might be going in the refrigerator, but most likely not into the vegetable drawer...]
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[Otherwise known as micro-managing. Though his attention appears fixed on his phone, his gaze does flicker up at Leo's back every few seconds, monitoring his progress.]
Did you really think I'd let you make even more of a mess for me to clean up later? Those go in the bottom left drawer, by the way~
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