“Are you staying for dinner? I made lasagna.” (pearl for denki)

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「 ☆ 」     ❝  Wait— You actually want me to stay longer?  ❞  Denki doesn’t hide the surprise in his tone, words out before the can think once— let alone twice —about them. Not that Pearl has been anything but hospitable since he came over. But Denki figured she was being just that. Polite. Courteous towards the stranger in her home but not eager for him to stay any longer than deemed necessary. Denki had been doing his best to be a good friend and not drive Steven’s caregivers absolutely crazy. But he’s self-aware enough to know that, even when trying, he isn’t always successful. Hell, he wouldn’t have been shocked to be ushered out the door with some flimsy excuse for why they wish they could do this again but can’t.

Blinking dumbly at the woman, he’s quiet for a moment, giving Pearl a chance to correct herself and tell him that he’s actually supposed to leave. But when that doesn’t seem to be the case, he stammers out,  ❝  I—If it’s not any trouble. I mean— I don’t... exactly have any dinner plans so, I can—  ❞  Frankly, he doubts there’s dinner waiting for him at ALL. But there should be something salvageable in the fridge. His mother might not even be waiting for him. Not that it’d be too much of a loss. Denki prefers the nights when he doesn’t have to feel her eyes stuck on him. A sneer on her lips as she offhandedly mentions everything about him that reminds her of his bastard of a father. It’s not like the apartment is quiet without her either, plenty of creaks and leaks filling the air and keeping him company whenever he’s alone.

 ❝  Y-Yeah... Heh, Yeah! That sounds great!  ❞  Denki finally replies, enthusiasm starting to show by the faint sparks crackling around the teen. Hair growing a bit fluffier with the faint rise of electricity in the air surrounding him, he eagerly clenches his fists in front of himself,  ❝  I’d love to stay for dinner! Is there anything you need help with? I don’t mean to brag, but I’m pretty good at setting a table...  ❞  He chuckles at his joking boast, a thumb jutted into his chest.   「 ☆ 」