[ The kiss, and the way Murasakibara willingly leans in for it so easily, leaves Himuro with a smile on his face even after they properly part from one another. A chuckle leaves him at the forgiveness and the thought of using the whipped cream immediately, shaking his head as he takes the bag to move to put things away into the small fridge in the room.
His attention is drawn back with the question and he looks at the box, nodding at it as he moves to get the other bags, leaving the ones with Murasakibara's snacks aside while he puts the other things away. ]
You can open it. It's from a friend in America. I asked him to send me some snacks for you to try. [ Since he doesn't know when he'll be heading back himself. And while most of the contents is a mystery to him, Himuro knows there's at least one box of Fruit by the Foot inside at his request. ]
i'm sorry this is so late!
His attention is drawn back with the question and he looks at the box, nodding at it as he moves to get the other bags, leaving the ones with Murasakibara's snacks aside while he puts the other things away. ]
You can open it. It's from a friend in America. I asked him to send me some snacks for you to try. [ Since he doesn't know when he'll be heading back himself. And while most of the contents is a mystery to him, Himuro knows there's at least one box of Fruit by the Foot inside at his request. ]