[The tune carries itself through the kitchen and just outside it, catching Kaneda's ears as he softly approaches about his usual time. With everything that happened, getting back into such a routine was easier than he cared to admit. Tetsuo was upstairs, and everyone safely tucked in...
Things could return to normal. So with footsteps padding down the stairs, he swings around the banister to head towards the kitchen.
Upon hearing the tune, sung in the same pitch as he was used to hearing all these months, he slides in, picking up at the small dip between measures. There's no announcement or anything, just a tenor joining in as he makes his way over to the stove, eye trained on her in his peripheral vision.]
...Oi, Mayoicchi.
[The nickname that he'd gotten so used to calling her that week had stuck, with or without his knowledge. It's soft, not quite a whisper, but much less staccato than his normal tone.]
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Things could return to normal. So with footsteps padding down the stairs, he swings around the banister to head towards the kitchen.
Upon hearing the tune, sung in the same pitch as he was used to hearing all these months, he slides in, picking up at the small dip between measures. There's no announcement or anything, just a tenor joining in as he makes his way over to the stove, eye trained on her in his peripheral vision.]
...Oi, Mayoicchi.
[The nickname that he'd gotten so used to calling her that week had stuck, with or without his knowledge. It's soft, not quite a whisper, but much less staccato than his normal tone.]
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