Okay, does anyone look good in Middle School? I don't want to know them if so, that level of perfection would get exhausting.
[He emerges from the kitchen with a large tray holding all their snacks and drinks still in the packaging: packs of twizzlers and M&Ms with a bottle of strawberry soda for Tsukishima, a bag of butter popcorn and sour candies for Yamaguchi, and a box of pocky and bag of wasabi crackers with a lychee Calpico for himself. Setting it down on the coffee table, he settles onto a couch that directly faces the TV - there are also two armchairs if Tsukishima would prefer some distance - and grabs his pocky.]
You really do have a sweet tooth, don't you? [It's more obvious with all their choices laid out like this, since Tsukishima's the only one with a uniformly sweet taste profile.]
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[He emerges from the kitchen with a large tray holding all their snacks and drinks still in the packaging: packs of twizzlers and M&Ms with a bottle of strawberry soda for Tsukishima, a bag of butter popcorn and sour candies for Yamaguchi, and a box of pocky and bag of wasabi crackers with a lychee Calpico for himself. Setting it down on the coffee table, he settles onto a couch that directly faces the TV - there are also two armchairs if Tsukishima would prefer some distance - and grabs his pocky.]
You really do have a sweet tooth, don't you? [It's more obvious with all their choices laid out like this, since Tsukishima's the only one with a uniformly sweet taste profile.]