⚔ post-execution w/ max ( week 2 )

[swordsinternally]

[ Well, he did promise that he would talk to her after everything, and once all the cooking and cleanup is done, he'll go and seek her out since he did, after all, promise that they'd talk again after they found out who the murderer is, after all. ]

You don't mind if we talk, do you?

[ He does look a little better than he was earlier, to say the least. ]

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[swordsinternally]

... You think so?

[ For some reason, there's some doubt in his voice; as if he doesn't truly believe it. Not that he doesn't think that Max's words are genuine-- rather, he feels like he honestly isn't a good person.

No.

Maybe the problem he has is fundamentally different. So he shakes his head and smiles. ]

Thank you. Ah... wait, I should probably ask. It's okay if I call you by your name without the honorific, right? [ That's how he shows that he really trusts someone, after all. ] I'll definitely make them again. I need to improve my waffle making skills.

[reshoot]

You can totally just call me Max. I'm from the west so we're like, way less formal about stuff like that.

[he's...sweet. for all his sternness and stoicism, there's a little bit of innocence in their, too.]

I'm glad you're committed to delivering Max Caulfield the perfect breakfast.

[swordsinternally]

Then Max it is.

[ Shirou is trying his best, and he manages to actually smile this time. It's not sad at all. ]

Well... I want to become the best chef I can be. Besides, if I let up, Sakura's going to surpass me in skill in no time.

[reshoot]

[what a cute dream for such a tortured person. the juxtaposition is...kinda sad.]

We hardly even need those regular meals with you around, huh?

[swordsinternally]

Hah. Probably, yeah. I mean, who even makes those regular meals? I bet they're not getting paid enough for their job.