[ Kei shakes his head in a slow, disapproving fashion. ]
Hm? Hm. [ Turning his attention back to Akira, he tilts his head as he frowns at the comment that they are not cleaning up as punishment for causing the mess, but a duty. The second "hm" and expression carry a doubtful tone, but he says nothing else aloud. ]
To the kitchen, it is, then. [ He is about to tuck his hands into his pockets, but stops as he takes note that his hands are still covered in mashed potatoes and other remnants of their battle. His shoulders drop in resignation before he starts walking, hands free. ]
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[ Kei shakes his head in a slow, disapproving fashion. ]
Hm? Hm. [ Turning his attention back to Akira, he tilts his head as he frowns at the comment that they are not cleaning up as punishment for causing the mess, but a duty. The second "hm" and expression carry a doubtful tone, but he says nothing else aloud. ]
To the kitchen, it is, then. [ He is about to tuck his hands into his pockets, but stops as he takes note that his hands are still covered in mashed potatoes and other remnants of their battle. His shoulders drop in resignation before he starts walking, hands free. ]
So. How does it feel to have won?