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The three of them would redefine what the meaning of eating and walking, a common cultural practice in the village. Many people often ate little snacks while they walked, being too busy to take the time of the day to sit down to eat something. But this was not quite the case for them. Kokoro knew that they weren't exactly in a hurry, but had deliberately chosen to shovel platefuls of food while walking down the busy streets. The gazes they received from everyone else confirmed this fact and the girl didn't mind at all. She was always seen eating something anyhow, stuffing her face with anything she could get her hands on. She marveled at Sojiro's cooking quietly, enjoying every mouthful.
The details of the mission were lost on her even if Gen and Sojiro had wanted her to pay attention. One thing they didn't know about her was her very short attention span, especially when faced with food. It was hard for her to concentrate or give thought to anything else when she ate. Finishing her plate, she took the effort to make the plate look as clean as it had been before there had been any food on it, before turning her attention to the two men again, catching the last words Sojiro said. Something about not trusting people? Well, that was easy enough. She never trusted people.
The details of the mission were lost on her even if Gen and Sojiro had wanted her to pay attention. One thing they didn't know about her was her very short attention span, especially when faced with food. It was hard for her to concentrate or give thought to anything else when she ate. Finishing her plate, she took the effort to make the plate look as clean as it had been before there had been any food on it, before turning her attention to the two men again, catching the last words Sojiro said. Something about not trusting people? Well, that was easy enough. She never trusted people.