nagasexai:

When you tell me it’s difficult, it only makes me wanna do it more. [Tomoya’s pretty stubborn about that. Still, he doesn’t want to be scolded, so he behaves (to some degree) and simply takes the load of containers off Nagisa’s hands. He can’t have her carrying everything, now, can he?

Leading her inside, Tomoya walks along the hall until he gets to the studio he’s recording in, shifting the containers in his arms so he can turn the knob and push the door open. It’s technically break time, so the place is empty. But the staff’s bags are still there in some testament to companionship.

He drops onto a sofa, putting the food on the table.] Make yourself at home, sugarplum.

/Following him inside the building, Nagisa looked around. Her curious little eyes scanned over practically everything, and every so often she’d glance in Tomoya’s direction. She knew he was okay with carrying the food, but felt a bit bad about walking empty handed besides him./

This place is really nice.. /Whispering, Nagisa continued glancing around, almost tripping over her own two feet while doing so, but it was normal. Taking a seat near him, she puffs out her cheeks and starts sorting through the food, checking to make sure she has everything, which she does./ Thank you~ And here’s your food!