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Sayu is determined not to cry.  Determined.  Only, somehow, it's happening anyways, and she's going to burn the dumplings, if she isn't careful.

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[siafukira]

[Light has entirely different reasons to his alternates for not wanting to be heard; now that he's attached to this rattly backpack, he's slower and quieter than ever as he comes into the kitchen behind her.]

Sayu.

[He'd nearly cried the last time he saw her - that he recalls - but there's no sign of that now. Something's wrong with her, though.]

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*She whirls, because it might be him. Except, of course, it isn't. Her face crumples.*

[siafukira]

[An eyebrow flickers as he comes to a halt. He's not hers, and she's not his, and there's no reason they should be anything to each other.]

Your dumplings - [which he can't remember the last time he saw, or smelled, and he's not thinking about that.] - are on fire, you know.

[They aren't.]

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Right, I'll just-

*She reaches out and turns the heat off.*