Osamu placed the bento box before me and all I could do was look up at him in a daft, awestruck way.

He smiled and broke into a chuckle. "Whatcha thinkin', cutie??"

My cheeks softly flamed and I shook my head.

He let me off and placed the other bento box at Lance's spot.

It was only then that I noticed Lance sitting right next to me. It was so peculiar, because up until this point, he always assumed the head of the table. Even with friends or coworkers in small groups over. He would always make the distribution of people at the table awkward just to keep the head of the table (I know this because I would sometimes watch from the keyhole in my room). Just.. the fact that he was sitting next to me as my equal- no. Not my equal. It-- just messed with me.

I blinked a few times, just staring like a fool again.

He noticed and looked at me with a disgusted yet inquisitive look.

I darted my face back forward, feeling quite frumpy.

He huffed and looked down at his food. "It looks good, baby." he praised Osamu.

"Thanks." Osamu said from the kitchen as he made his own box. "..Are you gonna ask Marcy to join dinner?"

"Oh Marcy? I've spent all day with her. I'm a tad exhausted of her." he said as if she was his thing and not indeed a human.

Still.. at least he wasn't sick of me...

Is that selfish?

Yeah...

Poor Marcy...

"I see..." Osamu replied as if this was, again, a conversation about an animal. "Well, I'll make a box for you to give to her later."

"You're the sweetest."

"I try~"

Soon, Osamu came with his box and sat down across from Lance and I. ..He sat there for a minute and then realized the reason why Lance and I had never touched our foods was because we had nothing to eat it with... Let alone drinks..

"Oh my! I brought everything for me and nothing for you!" Osamu exclaimed, getting up. "What do you want to drink, love??"

"I'll have a glass of brandy." Lance replied with a small smirk.

Brandy...

That's.. quite the combination with traditional Japanese food...

Osamu looked over at me. "And you, sweetie??"

I looked up at Osamu and thought for a moment...

"..He'll have the small blood packet from the fridge poured into a wine glass." Lance finally spoke up for me.

God, I can't ever make up my own mind. I'm like an invalid.

At least I have Lance and Osamu to help me...