[... oh. And here Josh expected obvious things. That he likes ramen, maybe, or coffee. Not how he likes his coffee or what multiple kinds of ramen he enjoys, let alone his choice of konbini snacks or that his tastes often lean toward the pricier things.
It could all be clever guesses. Japan is the home of ramen, it's a good guess that someone might like multiple types. Coffee is a popular drink, and milk is a common addition. He had talked on the network about not liking soft serve because of how cheaply made most of it was, and even if Beat wasn't around to see it, someone might have mentioned it.
But no. It's all too spot on. Beat isn't one to just make targeted guesses like that. Beat has committed this all to memory, plus things he's never honestly done. Foie gras on a date. Pineapple upside down cake on his-- on his birthday.]
... you really do know.
[It's a soft murmur, said as he realizes he's paused in his forward movement, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully at the lolling tongue emerging from that fuzzy snout. These are all things that... well, no one knows, to his knowledge. Maybe a scattered fact here and there, but to know all of it is...
Terrifying. It brings that tight feeling back to his chest again. Beat loved this other him enough to memorize all of these things, when he can't even say bouillabaisse correctly immediately after hearing it said the right way.
It's not him. He's not that Josh. But, in terms of taste, he's the same.
The door is open, and it's still chilly outside, so he won't linger long. Clearing his throat and putting up the casual veneer once more, he drops back to his feet on the ground, moving past Beat to the warmth of the indoors.]
Well. Knowing all of that, I expect you to do a bang-up job, then. Don't disappoint me now~
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It could all be clever guesses. Japan is the home of ramen, it's a good guess that someone might like multiple types. Coffee is a popular drink, and milk is a common addition. He had talked on the network about not liking soft serve because of how cheaply made most of it was, and even if Beat wasn't around to see it, someone might have mentioned it.
But no. It's all too spot on. Beat isn't one to just make targeted guesses like that. Beat has committed this all to memory, plus things he's never honestly done. Foie gras on a date. Pineapple upside down cake on his-- on his birthday.]
... you really do know.
[It's a soft murmur, said as he realizes he's paused in his forward movement, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully at the lolling tongue emerging from that fuzzy snout. These are all things that... well, no one knows, to his knowledge. Maybe a scattered fact here and there, but to know all of it is...
Terrifying. It brings that tight feeling back to his chest again. Beat loved this other him enough to memorize all of these things, when he can't even say bouillabaisse correctly immediately after hearing it said the right way.
It's not him. He's not that Josh. But, in terms of taste, he's the same.
The door is open, and it's still chilly outside, so he won't linger long. Clearing his throat and putting up the casual veneer once more, he drops back to his feet on the ground, moving past Beat to the warmth of the indoors.]
Well. Knowing all of that, I expect you to do a bang-up job, then. Don't disappoint me now~