[leaning back tentatively, considering--then takes a deep breath and nods; his relaxation is less of letting his mind go blank, and very nearly meditative. there is the impression that he is used to doing this, though under different circumstances (there's a flash of mass at the church, with dozens of students in familiar acolyte's robes, listening in respectful silence)]
[responding to that with a muscle memory of his own: being in motion, fighting or maybe dancing, concentrating on nothing but the feel of his body and the environment and how they interact, pleasure and pain and exhaustion; then the strong physical sensation of sinking into a hot bath]
[an image of early morning, right around the time of sunrise, and the way the stained-glass windows of the church change color with the passing hours; there is also a strong sense of wistfulness, remembering all of that, but no actual regret]
there's a stutter of thought, a quick flash of several places as if Devit's trying to think of the right one, and then the memory of walking down a busy street in a market in his world, the stalls and windows full of exotic and good-smelling things, the people speaking a language he doesn't understand, and having Jasdero's hand in his]
the memory's not perfect, a bit soft around the edges and filled in where it's got holes in it, but the feeling is fond, and there's the memory of really good food]
[some excitement at that, and various flashes of different dishes, mostly involving eggs and rice and chicken, sometimes noodles, in various combinations]
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[letting his mind go mostly blank, leaning on Hakuren, just feeling the simple pleasure of the contact: the soft warmth, the feel of his heartbeat]
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there's a stutter of thought, a quick flash of several places as if Devit's trying to think of the right one, and then the memory of walking down a busy street in a market in his world, the stalls and windows full of exotic and good-smelling things, the people speaking a language he doesn't understand, and having Jasdero's hand in his]
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the memory's not perfect, a bit soft around the edges and filled in where it's got holes in it, but the feeling is fond, and there's the memory of really good food]
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[a more solidified curiosity there, and the vague, barely-acknowledged thought, I could try making it myself]
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[some excitement at that, and various flashes of different dishes, mostly involving eggs and rice and chicken, sometimes noodles, in various combinations]
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[already considering various places to find recipes]
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there is also a definite surge of tender lust at that face]
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[he really likes that face, doesn't he ...]
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You're surprised I feel this way about that?
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Yeah--me too--
[I hope I can cook for him right]
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