[ Meng Yao wonders idly if that was another reason why he jumped at the chance to go on this exchange, in retrospect. Because he does recall having a discussion with someone about how the trip might end up being a twisted version of their homes, and though Lanling isn't home, in his heart he had wanted it to be. He wanted to see something familiar again, and though he knows that is the main reason why he did what he perceived to be kind of reckless (by going), he supposes that other motivations could've factored into it.
It's not a bad thing to muse about, at any rate...and his thoughts on the matter temporarily flitter away when Rantarou smiles and he listens to him continue speaking. ]
...No, they don't. There's something to be said about spending time with other people together, and then sharing a meal with one another. Of course, in a positive manner, but I had wondered what that was like. Of course, I've shared a meal with people before. However, it's...different.
I'm not sure how to explain it—ah, wait. Maybe it's because we're able to do so in such a relaxing position with a friendly face. And, well, that in of itself makes all the difference—makes it feel so memorable.
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[ Meng Yao wonders idly if that was another reason why he jumped at the chance to go on this exchange, in retrospect. Because he does recall having a discussion with someone about how the trip might end up being a twisted version of their homes, and though Lanling isn't home, in his heart he had wanted it to be. He wanted to see something familiar again, and though he knows that is the main reason why he did what he perceived to be kind of reckless (by going), he supposes that other motivations could've factored into it.
It's not a bad thing to muse about, at any rate...and his thoughts on the matter temporarily flitter away when Rantarou smiles and he listens to him continue speaking. ]
...No, they don't. There's something to be said about spending time with other people together, and then sharing a meal with one another. Of course, in a positive manner, but I had wondered what that was like. Of course, I've shared a meal with people before. However, it's...different.
I'm not sure how to explain it—ah, wait. Maybe it's because we're able to do so in such a relaxing position with a friendly face. And, well, that in of itself makes all the difference—makes it feel so memorable.
[ A memory Meng Yao won't ever want to forget. ]