[ It's not like he isn't spot on about his idea that Ange doesn't generally take very good care of himself and skips meals like no tomorrow in a place where it's already hard enough to get food to begin with--
But that still makes his concern foreign to Ange, and she's still just staring at the can for a moment or two more until she feels like he's just going to conk it against her head in his insistence at this rate, so she does take it from his hand (still looking rather mystified about this whole deal though).
It means she stares at the can in her hands for yet another two moments before she finally looks up at his face, trying her damnest to regain some of her composure as she lightly shakes the can. ]
So you see cans nowadays and you instantly think "oh, I should bring this to Ange"?
[ What sort of lapdog does that make you, Arakita.
How is she supposed to deal with that thought to begin with. ]
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But that still makes his concern foreign to Ange, and she's still just staring at the can for a moment or two more until she feels like he's just going to conk it against her head in his insistence at this rate, so she does take it from his hand (still looking rather mystified about this whole deal though).
It means she stares at the can in her hands for yet another two moments before she finally looks up at his face, trying her damnest to regain some of her composure as she lightly shakes the can. ]
So you see cans nowadays and you instantly think "oh, I should bring this to Ange"?
[ What sort of lapdog does that make you, Arakita.
How is she supposed to deal with that thought to begin with. ]