[It's a hot night, and he's been standing over a hot stovetop for several hours by this point. He scoops up the drink, houses half of it in a couple of gulps, and then smacks it back down on the countertop.]
Chicken ramen. [He points his long cooking chopsticks at Nico.] Extra egg. Comin' right up.
You came to the right place. You'll never hafta have any other kind after this.
[This possibly involves him skipping a few orders already in queue, but it's fine; he works quick. And flashy, too — he probably doesn't need to toss his wok that dramatically just to sear some vegetables for toppings, but whatever. Half the gig is performance, and he's always been a show-off.
The bowl sloshes a little when he plops it on the counter in front of Nico. The smaller portion, as requested.]
[Oh, yeah, Nico already knew Yusuke was a show off. But knowing that didn't mean the performance didn't enthrall him. He claps lightly when the bowel is placed before him and breaks the chopsticks.]
Itadakimasu.
[He hasn't mastered chopsticks yet but is passable when using them, so hopefully, no one's offended when he starts eating. He starts with the chicken because he really could use the protein.]
[The first half of the late night shift is always the most fun, in his opinion — young people filling their bellies before they go out to bars, packs of friends out for a late dinner, boisterous gamblers drinking beer like water. Which is to say: definitely no offense, maybe some friendly ribbing.
Meanwhile, Yusuke is trying to multitask, moving on to the rest of his orders while also shoving food in his face.]
What, that the best you got? [around a mouthful of fries:] It's damn good, is what it is.
[Nico mostly watches Yusuke, shying a bit from people, his face turning a little pink when a handsome guy around his age ribs him a little about his chopstick skills.]
I'm not an expert on ramen, so I can't really say.
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[It's a hot night, and he's been standing over a hot stovetop for several hours by this point. He scoops up the drink, houses half of it in a couple of gulps, and then smacks it back down on the countertop.]
Chicken ramen. [He points his long cooking chopsticks at Nico.] Extra egg. Comin' right up.
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[Nico's a bit picky regarding food, though not by choice. He's just never been a big eater.]
I'm not a big eater, so a small bowl's probably best. But I'll take the extra egg. I could use the protein.
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[This possibly involves him skipping a few orders already in queue, but it's fine; he works quick. And flashy, too — he probably doesn't need to toss his wok that dramatically just to sear some vegetables for toppings, but whatever. Half the gig is performance, and he's always been a show-off.
The bowl sloshes a little when he plops it on the counter in front of Nico. The smaller portion, as requested.]
Order up!
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Itadakimasu.
[He hasn't mastered chopsticks yet but is passable when using them, so hopefully, no one's offended when he starts eating. He starts with the chicken because he really could use the protein.]
Mmm... This is good.
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Meanwhile, Yusuke is trying to multitask, moving on to the rest of his orders while also shoving food in his face.]
What, that the best you got? [around a mouthful of fries:] It's damn good, is what it is.
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I'm not an expert on ramen, so I can't really say.
[Another slurp of noodles.]
But it's good. Feels good going down.