[Kamui looked to the pasta placed before him, it looked good from what he saw. As for what to drink it with it...well Kamui didn't have any preferences. If there was something that went better with pasta than tea, he really didn't care that much. Food was really for survival, or in these circumstances, something to do with company.]
...Tea is fine. [ He picks up his fork, stabbing into the pile of pasta and twirling some on to his fork. Once it fully twined, he tried it. It was delicious. The noodles was perfect, just the right amount of softness and the sauce was savory.] ....I like it.
[ That was actually a big compliment, since Kamui never admitted to liking anything.]
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Date: 2012-01-22 03:22 am (UTC)...Tea is fine. [ He picks up his fork, stabbing into the pile of pasta and twirling some on to his fork. Once it fully twined, he tried it. It was delicious. The noodles was perfect, just the right amount of softness and the sauce was savory.] ....I like it.
[ That was actually a big compliment, since Kamui never admitted to liking anything.]