Mizuki takes the bowl with a little thoughtful hum. There were a lot of names Mizuki didn’t really know about yet. He still doesn’t think it’s his place to figure stuff out. He has a hard time putting stuff like that together, anyway.
The spoon is grabbed with a tentacle since he’s carefully holding the bowl with both hands and goes to find a seat, and he uses the very same tendril to scoop up some of the food. He just has one more question before he takes a bite.
“So, the journal Mister Elsword found… that was yours also?”
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The spoon is grabbed with a tentacle since he’s carefully holding the bowl with both hands and goes to find a seat, and he uses the very same tendril to scoop up some of the food. He just has one more question before he takes a bite.
“So, the journal Mister Elsword found… that was yours also?”