( she steps aside to give him room to work, tail still in anticipation. he might not find the end product very flattering. . . but in her eyes? it’s like she’s looking at a work of art. a masterpiece )
you did amazing !!! I knew you would‼️
( he huffs, ready to at least try. he goes slower than before, eyes squinted and tongue stickin out the side of his mouth in concentration. what comes out isn't very pretty, but it's gyoza nonetheless. )
I’d like it to be. . !!
( tail sways slowly from side to side—- nervously hopeful smile forming on Nikaido’s lips )
cooking is something I love. . . and what I feel love through. but you don’t have to force yourself to like it, if you don’t.
( his cheeks burn at the thought of making nikaido frown, and he starts working harder on making the gyoza pretty. )
... no . it's. somethin we can share.
( the thought makes her frown for a moment, head tilting to the side. she guides his fingers along the bottom of the gyoza shell, making the crescent shape )
well. . . I suppose not everyone enjoys cooking. I would just be sad that we wouldn’t be able to share the hobby. . 🌀
( sure they've kissed and such, but he still blushes when she guides his hands. he tries to focus on the dough. ) mhm.. maybe this jus aint tha thing fer me? *💦
( her gaze softens as his fingers fumble with the fragile dough. gentle, she slips her hands over his, steadying him )
you don’t have to be afraid of it~
it’s just some flour and water. it’s okay to be rough with it 🎶