[Honestly, he's more eating out of an ingrained habit of making sure he's not starving than any actual desire - food taste rather like ash right now. Eventually he just sets his utensils down, pushing his half-finished bowl away and his attention was drawn to her]
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sunday evening, week 3
she's barely touched her dinner.]
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Nijima-san?
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Hibiki-san, right?
[she sets her chopsticks aside.]
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[He exhales slightly]
Can't bring yourself to eat, huh?
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[not knowing that at least one of the maf wants revenge. and that they killed someone for no good reason.]
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[And it's not over, not by a long shot. He sighs softly]
I'm not sure how well I can help, but maybe something to distract you might help?
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Thanks. I wouldn't mind the company...?
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It's certainly better than being alone with those kinds of thoughts.