Explicit Memory

They have arrived at home after money was trickled like water on payment, welcoming numerous shopping goods they shop. Seeing the smiling guest in front of him, there are ferocious memories he and Seiran wants to get rid of.

 Thinking about it again, it's probably just him. Glancing over to the ethereal person beside him, the answer is yes. 

 Now, what's the case of the two persons obliging in front of him coming over to their house in the night? Guest should be coming in daytime, not nighttime. It's disturbing the rest of peace. He hates to say it, but Seiran Ryu is not much accommodating to having a guest in the night.

 So much he hates it till he splurges all his time to learn and working in kitchen cooking. Welcoming guests to house, meaning, entertain them with food. Not the talkative type, countermeasures to it is talk about something he doesn't want to talk about. Everything about it turning a normal person in the day into a foodie and mastered chef unofficially.

Not much deliberation he wants to know about it, but the one on suffering ending is on his side.

 Leftover food by guests will be eaten by him. Putting an end nicely words to Seiran's hospitality is, he's about to accompany him through the night till all foods are digested well in his stomach.

 The type to do something he hates earnestly. What a fool characteristic by Akatsuki Saya. 

 What's not making sense since he's willing to drive about 2 hours to hypermarket for grocery ingredients only while obviously they can have them easy and nice on the hand? Why wouldn't he won't be regaled about getting his money fly away to those owners of pocket wallet?

Looking at the table. It's a meal of french styled. All of them are dessert. A French styled dessert. He wasn't mistaken in remembering it. It was an England, not France. So, why the guy insisted on French cooking?

 "I did it for you, just in case, you get sick from eating something that's not suitable for your stomach. French cuisine is delicate and softie, just like you, as I said it," claimed Seiran.

 "You can read my mind?"

 "I don't have to. You just show it in your face, and I read it well."

 They're about to ignore the existence of guests in front of them.

 "Looks like we don't even have to come here often to see how well both of you are doing," said Sayuki.

 "No, you might have to."

 "Why, Seiran? You have something indifference about Saya?"

 "How much I wanted to get closer to him as much as possible is every possible ways as soon as possible to remake for time I have been far away mended right away in subtle way."

 Words that leave blown astonishing impressiveness to guests, but not Saya. He's used to Ryu's speech and speaking flawlessly over time. It's a quick way to chase guest away from time their intended time to stay. No time extended if Ryu not really having diplomacy over guests' drama he didn't want to see.

Neither him.

 "We certainly don't understand that… very much," said Sayuki.

"You don't?" Seiran's backfired question.

 Seiran's clear crystal green eyes certainly very flaunt in Sayuki's eyes.

 "Excuse me, could we have dinner time before dinner theater?" The tour guide who's worried over gorgeous dinner and dinnerware. Certainly, how much strikingly handsome person in front of him wants anything with great flavor consumption soon to be over with. All is well, plates, bowls and tableware used in satisfying way for guest leaving in satisfying in tongue's taste and stomach.

 Seiran Ryu's indirect generous favor for favored people invaded his privacy in the night.

 "So, as it's flatulent saying, then, we're going to stay here overnight not much of doing you a favor, right?"

 "You could ask us to let you sleep on the street and I would say, yes to it right way. How does it sound?"

Mr. Tour Guide thought they're going to dinner time before dinner theater? "As expected, you can't let ingenious people stay together for a time."

 "I don't know whether to say whether now dinner has come more flavoring or flavourless," laughed Sayuki.

 "It's both." The boy wanted to stay from world of adults and only care about thoroughly devoured his foods.

 "How so it gets determined like that, Saya?"

 "You're not used to them, so it's very easy to have your taste beguile as well. Just you're personally trying to adjust in new environment in particularly you half of like it and hate it, but you want to try it out excitedly without feeling wanting to left out in new flavorsome embedded between drill nature of feelings and logic brain of mind's thoughts."

 The woman's complete hazy blown by spinning long words which it's more headache than having to listen to Seiran Ryu's long torture of his lecture in university they attended together. "I don't think I want to speak any longer just by listening to your words."

 It's words that's resembling much of Seiran Ryu's art of public speaking to let her falling asleep quickly and getting more merits deduction by their university professor. It's downgrading and spoiled her university certifications.

 "It's not high season so both of you could live by hotel, ryokan, inn, chalet, or hostel." He's giving them more than one living options since they're to work in long term indirectly.

 "High tea is probably is the best for gathering, especially it makes much noninterference to complicated things," commanded Sora-sama, coming along machinations on his mind.

It's inspiring how much Akatsuki Saya missed quiet home and cozy, warm feelings when it's only him and grandmother at the house. "Did grandma say anything to you before you tell me about guests we're having right now?"

"No, it's usual advice," said Seiran.

Akatsuki knew what it's about, the usual advice his grandmother talked about. It's no freedom in him doing whatever he likes and want since Akatsuki Sora is here.