[Divinitate]

Not looking at Uri, Miki's hands were thrust between his knees, and he was trying so hard not to look at him. That failed since his eyes slowly went to the man. "U-uhm... can... you make spaghetti?" He stuttered out a little, honestly a little scared. He had wanted to go home, but he knew he wasn't going to be going... "A-and Uri... can I go home? I... I mean I'll s-stay here, if that... is what you wish, but I need clothes." He looked down, so embarrassed by how he was acting. This felt weird. He felt weird...