[ That chuckle annoyed him. He couldn't let it show, to concede that Niou-kun might have gotten one over him; and from the right perspective, had he? Uryuu would get a meal out of it, and Niou-kun was hardly the most annoying person. He'd eaten with worse (Asano-kun's face springing disagreeably to mind).

His mouth thinned, but only for a moment, before he turned away once again. ]

Of course. Or, you eat what you want alone, and I do the same. Either way, I still need to fetch my books.

[ What he'd eat would be from his refrigerator. Homemade, left-overs from the bulk he'd made on Sunday. The norm. As he'd turned, and begun to walk, he completely missed the change in Niou-kun's expression, and the more telling shift to cover it.

(If he were to learn about Niou-kun's feelings, then learn they were a result of his merely being someone else's substitute, needless to say, he wouldn't feel very generous). ]

Not unless it's terrible. Just a moment.

[ It's only a few minutes before he's back with his satchel, and exchanging his slippers for shoes. ]

Let's go.

[ Guess who's leading the way because he totally has the control, really? Yeah. ]


[ooc: lol awkward book grabbing but it would've bugged me if that never happened! Should... have assumed he got 'em before meeting Niou. ]