[Once she's gone, he moves down to the floor, looking over the ingredients. He's had it before. He's never assembled it, but... one glance to the door, and back to the food. She's not here to see whatever he does with it. It's safe to try.
Tetsuo taps at the egg with one finger, listening to the soft click of his fingernail against shell, looks at the bowl, and scowls. With intense concentration, he taps it onto the side of the bowl - that's how you're supposed to do that, right? - and nothing happens. Again, a little harder, still nothing. He taps twice as hard, and the rim of the bowl neatly slices deep into the egg. It comes apart in his hand as he lifts it up, running yolk, whites and eggshell both into the bowl and his hastily cupped hand to try to salvage as much as he can.
The next few minutes is spent picking shell out onto the napkin the painstakingly annoying way. When he's done, he's pretty sure he got at least most of it; the rice makes it hard to tell. Good enough. He'll eat it crunchy, it's nowhere near the worst thing he's had to eat.
When Maya comes around next, there'll be the bottle of soy sauce and a mostly empty bowl outside, chopsticks neatly placed side by side on top of it if she left those there, with some stray bits of eggshell he missed, leftover rice, and soy sauce mixed at the bottom. Where the rest of the eggshell and the napkin ended up is a very good question.]
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Tetsuo taps at the egg with one finger, listening to the soft click of his fingernail against shell, looks at the bowl, and scowls. With intense concentration, he taps it onto the side of the bowl - that's how you're supposed to do that, right? - and nothing happens. Again, a little harder, still nothing. He taps twice as hard, and the rim of the bowl neatly slices deep into the egg. It comes apart in his hand as he lifts it up, running yolk, whites and eggshell both into the bowl and his hastily cupped hand to try to salvage as much as he can.
The next few minutes is spent picking shell out onto the napkin the painstakingly annoying way. When he's done, he's pretty sure he got at least most of it; the rice makes it hard to tell. Good enough. He'll eat it crunchy, it's nowhere near the worst thing he's had to eat.
When Maya comes around next, there'll be the bottle of soy sauce and a mostly empty bowl outside, chopsticks neatly placed side by side on top of it if she left those there, with some stray bits of eggshell he missed, leftover rice, and soy sauce mixed at the bottom. Where the rest of the eggshell and the napkin ended up is a very good question.]