He spoke so casually, it took me a few moments to realize what he’d just said.
He held up a finger for each name, as if he had trouble keeping track of them himself. I could barely imagine having a brother in the first place, let alone nine…
I tried to imagine a baby Jurou, but it was hard to mentally remove the bright green hair and hardware store’s worth of piercings in his face.
His voice trailed off as he hovered over the last roll on the cutting board.
He chopped up the last roll and drizzled some eel sauce expertly over the top.
I helped him carry the sushi out to the buffet bar in preparation for lunchtime. All of his dishes looked like they belonged in an art museum… Guess some aspects of ikebana apply to plating food, too. I went back to pick up my dish, and looked down at my miserable tube of rice with a rueful laugh.
He reached over with his chopsticks to pluck a piece of the sushi from my plate, and stuffed it in his mouth.
With that, he rambled off to the other rooms to loudly announce the sushi he’d made for lunch, first come first serve.
I sat down at a table with my homely creation, and tried a piece for myself. He was right– it still tasted great, no matter how it looked on the outside. That was definitely due to his skill at preparing the ingredients, but still…
Jurou was like that too, wasn’t he? He might look kinda intimidating on the outside, but once you get to talking to him, he’s such a pleasant person! And it sounds like he cares a lot about his family, too… man, nine brothers, holy crap.
He said he has pictures, right? I wonder if they all dress as goth as he does…