'Whatever you want,' Yuri replies, as he sets the bowl back down. It was offered, and accepted, and that's really all that matters. 'You don't have to stay, if you want to go back. I just want to get this right, that's all.' Even if time doesn't seem to pass here in this place, Katsudon has people waiting for him at home -- and this time, there shouldn't be anything keeping him away from it.
(Not like the spectacular fuck-up of last time, of course.)
Pushing those thoughts aside, he picks up the chopsticks again, flexing his right hand a few times to keep it from stiffening up. He's careful to adjust his grip from the start, moving his thumb until he feels comfortable with the positioning. And when he takes aim at the same offending piece of broccoli, he goes for the rice beneath it as well. Thanks to his earlier efforts, he has enough control over the chopsticks to manage to wedge one tip into a space between the branches of the florets and secure the other one on the outside edge, along with the rice. It's precarious, but now that he knows more about how it's supposed to feel in his hand, it's enough to let him quickly raise the chopsticks to his mouth and get his teeth into both rice and broccoli before the whole thing falls off.
A bit like touching a hand on a shaky jump landing; succeeding on technical grounds, with enough rotations, but the execution leaves much to be desired. Not exactly a resounding triumph. All the same, it's warm and crunchy and good, the first piece of something solid and not-rice that he's managed so far with the chopsticks, and any food is welcome when your stomach is noisily trying to digest itself.
Yuri's eyes close a little, and the breath huffed out through his nose as he chews is definitely relieved. Though as he swallows, his eyes flick briefly in Katsudon's direction -- possibly from some subconscious need for a final confirmation, or in search of any further instructions. Or perhaps neither of these, because he looks back down at his bowl just as quickly, as if to determine which vegetable looks most promising for a second try.
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(Not like the spectacular fuck-up of last time, of course.)
Pushing those thoughts aside, he picks up the chopsticks again, flexing his right hand a few times to keep it from stiffening up. He's careful to adjust his grip from the start, moving his thumb until he feels comfortable with the positioning. And when he takes aim at the same offending piece of broccoli, he goes for the rice beneath it as well. Thanks to his earlier efforts, he has enough control over the chopsticks to manage to wedge one tip into a space between the branches of the florets and secure the other one on the outside edge, along with the rice. It's precarious, but now that he knows more about how it's supposed to feel in his hand, it's enough to let him quickly raise the chopsticks to his mouth and get his teeth into both rice and broccoli before the whole thing falls off.
A bit like touching a hand on a shaky jump landing; succeeding on technical grounds, with enough rotations, but the execution leaves much to be desired. Not exactly a resounding triumph. All the same, it's warm and crunchy and good, the first piece of something solid and not-rice that he's managed so far with the chopsticks, and any food is welcome when your stomach is noisily trying to digest itself.
Yuri's eyes close a little, and the breath huffed out through his nose as he chews is definitely relieved. Though as he swallows, his eyes flick briefly in Katsudon's direction -- possibly from some subconscious need for a final confirmation, or in search of any further instructions. Or perhaps neither of these, because he looks back down at his bowl just as quickly, as if to determine which vegetable looks most promising for a second try.