[Almost as if on cue, all the commotion attracts the oddly-clothed boy as he drops down from the roof, easily supporting himself from his precarious position on the windowsill.]
Kaneda, you'd better be fucking dying if you're puffing on that damn whistle three time-
[He stops, noticing the bowl - more importantly, the aroma rising into his nose.]
Hm?
[What's this? He picks up the bowl, chopsticks and note in his other hand as he casually slides back inside the house through that window. His expression lights up like a firecracker as all the ins and outs of the udon teases his senses. Forget Kaneda, he has to finish this thing first!]
[So, sitting down on the floor, bowl in hand, and the wooden chopsticks split, he starts to slurp up some of those thick noodles.]
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Kaneda, you'd better be fucking dying if you're puffing on that damn whistle three time-
[He stops, noticing the bowl - more importantly, the aroma rising into his nose.]
Hm?
[What's this? He picks up the bowl, chopsticks and note in his other hand as he casually slides back inside the house through that window. His expression lights up like a firecracker as all the ins and outs of the udon teases his senses. Forget Kaneda, he has to finish this thing first!]
[So, sitting down on the floor, bowl in hand, and the wooden chopsticks split, he starts to slurp up some of those thick noodles.]