[ Nishikiyama finds his way to the table, taking his seat at it not long after he's prompted. Faintly, he remembers Yuko— a rare stretch of time when she'd been healthy, and the two of them had shared an apartment not far from Kamurocho. That'd been the last time in a domestic setting someone had set out plates properly; the last time he'd had a meal needing plates while at a table in any residence in fact. He looks at the fork beside his plate with a thick and almost awkward air between them before he remembers where he is. Stay quiet any longer and Mine might think he did anything wrong. ]
You set the table.
[ Observation. After saying it aloud, he realizes Mine may understand that Nishikiyama doesn't do the same in his own home. ]
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You set the table.
[ Observation. After saying it aloud, he realizes Mine may understand that Nishikiyama doesn't do the same in his own home. ]
That's not really surprising.