The blond tried to hide a soft chuckle at Misaki's hungry face, eyeing all the sweets like a predator does to its prey. It was just like when they were kids, were she got all happy over treats like this. He almost choked with a piece of cake when the girl mentioned his mother, and how she wanted to thank her with a gift or something. [color=deepskyblue]"E-Eh, no, you don't need to do that. I'm pretty sure she's happy enough that I brought a friend home..."[/color] He assured, trying to convince her that she didn't need to meet his mother at all.

Misaki was pretty much savoring and enyojing the strawberry-chocolate cake, if her expression that screamed 'I have found happines' meant anything at all. She also followed a systematic pattern of eating and drinking, which he concluded it was only to keep eating and not choke on it. Ikari would be lying if he said she didn't look cute like that, but of course, he would rather be knifed than saying that out loud.

When she started bombarding him with question after question, he looked a bit taken aback, but ultimately accepted. Answering questions with half-assed truths wasn't a big deal either. 

[color=deepskyblue]"Ok, ehmm... I did grow up in this city, but I had to move from house to house over time"[/color] He started playing with the cake while resting his pale face on a hand that was supported by his elbow on the table. [color=deepskyblue]"My favorite color... blue, I suppose. Tastes change in time. I don't have a specific hobby, though. Sometimes I play games, or read something that will keep me entertained until I drop it because of disinterest"[/color]

[color=deepskyblue]"That leaves my parents..."[/color] At the mention of them, he started to shift uncomfortably on his seat. [color=deepskyblue]"Well, Ma is the best mother you could ask for, at least for what I think. She does the best food in the whole goddamn country, and is pretty funny when she wants to be. Sometimes she acts like a highschool girl, though I don't think she even realizes it. The woman also knows how to defend herself, so you better not pick up a fight with her if you want to keep walking straight"[/color] The blond said with a playful smile, a feeling of proudness creeping up his chest. [color=deepskyblue]"My old man, on the other hand, he's... we're complicated. I'm not the image of the perfect son he wants me to be, and I'm fed up trying to impress at this point on time. I don't talk about him, and he doesn't talk about me. Not complaining, though. I have enough problems to be talking about a guy with a 6 feet-long stick right up his ass"[/color]

As he finished answering, Ikari voraciously devoured a big-ass piece of his sweet, before focusing his eyes on her again. [color=deepskyblue]"And you? What's your favorite color, or... your hobby?"[/color] The blond awkwardly asked, blushing in embarrasment a little on how unoriginal his questions were. [color=deepskyblue]"What about... family, I think. Do you have a brother, sister, or your parents living with you?[/color] He finally asked with more resolve, internally regretting it a few moments later. Why would he want talk about the people that took away his friend from him? Now that was going to give him a sour mood...