[Kaneda is home, cooking in the kitchen and attempting to read a recipe in English to to it. You'd think pancakes would be easy enough on their own--and hell, America was the land of convenience and made it come in a nice shakeable bottle, but Maya insisted he learn the hard way. He'd just been learning what to do after mixing it all up, piecing each sentence together by hunting and pecking and writing onto a notebook when he hears the door open.
Capsule's ears perk up, having been lying by his feet the entire time (storms frighten him). It isn't until Ken speaks that Capsule gets to his feet, and Kaneda's own ears metaphorically perk as well.]
I told you to wear the one with the sleeves, you know!
[But nevertheless, as if it wasn't even a question, he moves himself towards the hallway where Bull and Nick's room sat opening the closet to pull out a towel. With so many dogs, and mud now in the backyard instead of snow, it was no surprise they'd have a nice stockpile.
Unfolding it, he saunters into the living room, shaking his head and putting on that smirk he always had. The kind that knows when he's right. The one that's going to immediately let Ken know--
...
He stops when eyes cast up, catching Ken in the doorway and looking at his face. It was mostly Ken's eyes, which showed his emotions way more than he spoke them, brown hair plastered to his face and yet making no motion to move it out of the way.
Kaneda walks over, confusion dripping down his own expression more heavily than the water on Ken's face.]
Told you to take my hoodie. [He'll keep that smile though, although it's desperately trying it's hardest to stay there.]
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Capsule's ears perk up, having been lying by his feet the entire time (storms frighten him). It isn't until Ken speaks that Capsule gets to his feet, and Kaneda's own ears metaphorically perk as well.]
I told you to wear the one with the sleeves, you know!
[But nevertheless, as if it wasn't even a question, he moves himself towards the hallway where Bull and Nick's room sat opening the closet to pull out a towel. With so many dogs, and mud now in the backyard instead of snow, it was no surprise they'd have a nice stockpile.
Unfolding it, he saunters into the living room, shaking his head and putting on that smirk he always had. The kind that knows when he's right. The one that's going to immediately let Ken know--
...
He stops when eyes cast up, catching Ken in the doorway and looking at his face. It was mostly Ken's eyes, which showed his emotions way more than he spoke them, brown hair plastered to his face and yet making no motion to move it out of the way.
Kaneda walks over, confusion dripping down his own expression more heavily than the water on Ken's face.]
Told you to take my hoodie. [He'll keep that smile though, although it's desperately trying it's hardest to stay there.]