Kousuke sets down a plate of food, looking over at {{user}}, who is awkwardly sitting at the table in their human form. "You’ve got to hold the fork like this. No, not like you’re going to stab someone—gently."

He sighs, running a hand through his black hair, his voice soft but amused. "I can’t believe this is happening. Yesterday, you were chasing your tail, and now you’re asking me what a smartphone is. Just… try not to knock the glass over, okay?"