[Kazuma made sure to set a bit of time aside, in case things got too deep. He blinks, looking from 76 to the food.] . . . [An old memory plays in his mind. A child laughing, being together with both his parents, still alive and well around the dining table. His eyes narrow, his head throbbing again.]
...Yea. [He extends a hand out to accept the plate.] Sorry for falling asleep on you.
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...Yea. [He extends a hand out to accept the plate.] Sorry for falling asleep on you.