[ so much energy... he reminds nazuna of his rabbit a little bit, with the way he's bouncing and running around. he's only seen him in his memories, but to have him in real life in front of him is entirely different; for being so small, mitsuru feels larger than life.
the comment about his fondness catches his attention again, like he'd spaced out. (and he had; that memory of the magician telling him to 'frolic with cute animals and sweet children, and heal' echoes somewhere in the back of his head.) nazuna shakes his head like he's clearing it, then takes the book from him. ]
Mm! Sorry, sorry, I was just thinking about something else. Let's do this, okay? ♪
[ so! he steps behind the counter with mitsuru and rolls up his sleeves, settling in with the recipe. ] So, you need sugar, flour, cinnamon... [ wow, look at him go... ] Hey, don't knock anything over!
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the comment about his fondness catches his attention again, like he'd spaced out. (and he had; that memory of the magician telling him to 'frolic with cute animals and sweet children, and heal' echoes somewhere in the back of his head.) nazuna shakes his head like he's clearing it, then takes the book from him. ]
Mm! Sorry, sorry, I was just thinking about something else. Let's do this, okay? ♪
[ so! he steps behind the counter with mitsuru and rolls up his sleeves, settling in with the recipe. ] So, you need sugar, flour, cinnamon... [ wow, look at him go... ] Hey, don't knock anything over!