Mukuro didn’t reply immediately, watching the waiter come with two bowls. A glance at Kyouya’s brought a little chuckle; of course they had added ham to the rice and peas, a good-looking appetizer. He purred aloud at the smell of the minestrone set before himself. Wonderful. His stomach almost growled in reaction.
He savoured a few bites before he replied, lips turned upwards with pleasure. Oh, it had been too long since he’d enjoyed good minestrone soup. Honestly he could have made a wonderful meal out of it alone, but he wasn’t going to complain about all the other wonderful things likely to come.
“I never thought I’d hear you say those words,” he murmured with a smirk, eyes narrowed mischievously. “I quite like them.” A date, huh? What a way to get a date with Hibari Kyouya…
Probably the best way, too.
Hibari glanced down at his Risi e Bisi, contemplating whether a fork or a spoon was a better choice. Careful not to prolong the moment of inactivity for too long, he picked a spoon before Mukuro could call him out on the indecision. If the other decided to tease him for his choice, well, frankly Mukuro could go screw himself. He mused on the convenience of chopsticks; they were so versatile, easy to use, and rather compact for traveling convenience as well.
Absentmindedly stirring—or perhaps the action was more akin to folding—his food, Hibari regarded the other’s devious expression with a mildly irritated one. He wouldn’t entertain whatever fantasy the other had more than necessary; having the illusionist pining after him wouldn’t facilitate to his productivity in any way. Instead, Hibari grunted, taking the time to inspect his food. Ah, so this was rice, he noted, digging in.