Watching Katsudon lift the noodles out of the bowl, Yuri is suddenly and weirdly reminded of all the times he's watched Potya put out a paw to snag a ribbon or an old skate lace being trailed across the floor in play. Not actually pouncing on it to snatch it free from Yuri's grip, but merely trying to hook a claw in the twitching, teasing strand, as if anything more ambitious than that would require too much effort to be worthwhile. It's a bizarre juxtaposition for his brain to make -- damn, I really must be more out of it than I thought -- but it does make him feel a bit less unsure about the process of trying it himself.
(It's almost enough to make him crack a smile. Almost.)
He picks up his chopsticks then, still studying the motion of the lifted noodles as he starts to fit the utensils into his hand. 'So...okay, so you don't try to twirl them around the sticks or anything like that to make them stay,' he says, as much observation as question. 'And it's just a few at a time, like that.'
Once the sticks are in hand, and double-checked to make sure that they'll stay there, he peers down at the bowl, similarly nudging some of the carrots to one side to clear a space to operate. But Katsudon's actually holding the bowl in his other hand, so Yuri follows suit, lifting it from beneath to bring it up to about chest level. The warm aroma nearly makes him light-headed, and he has to blink quickly before aiming the chopsticks at a couple of noodles on top that don't seem too tangled together.
On his first go, he tries to grab the noodles almost with the tips of the chopsticks, and they slip right out of his grasp. But before he can get annoyed, his eyes flicker over to Katsudon's hand, and he sees that the point of contact is further up the sticks. So he aims a little deeper, getting a solid grip and digging under and up like he had with the rice -- and inadvertently succeeds in lifting a much larger clump of noodles than he'd expected. Nothing's slipping off, but his hand freezes in place, not sure of where to go from here. 'Shit, that's too much -- '
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(It's almost enough to make him crack a smile.
Almost.)
He picks up his chopsticks then, still studying the motion of the lifted noodles as he starts to fit the utensils into his hand. 'So...okay, so you don't try to twirl them around the sticks or anything like that to make them stay,' he says, as much observation as question. 'And it's just a few at a time, like that.'
Once the sticks are in hand, and double-checked to make sure that they'll stay there, he peers down at the bowl, similarly nudging some of the carrots to one side to clear a space to operate. But Katsudon's actually holding the bowl in his other hand, so Yuri follows suit, lifting it from beneath to bring it up to about chest level. The warm aroma nearly makes him light-headed, and he has to blink quickly before aiming the chopsticks at a couple of noodles on top that don't seem too tangled together.
On his first go, he tries to grab the noodles almost with the tips of the chopsticks, and they slip right out of his grasp. But before he can get annoyed, his eyes flicker over to Katsudon's hand, and he sees that the point of contact is further up the sticks. So he aims a little deeper, getting a solid grip and digging under and up like he had with the rice -- and inadvertently succeeds in lifting a much larger clump of noodles than he'd expected. Nothing's slipping off, but his hand freezes in place, not sure of where to go from here. 'Shit, that's too much -- '