[Kamikaze Chinchilla]

Nobuo stood up, glaring down at the man who had just spoken about punishing Fumiko for going out of her way to see him. That and he interrupted their personal time together. "You will do no such thing! I forbid it!" he protested, and he made no effort to hide his rage, "If she must go back to the village, you must make sure that she is not punished. She did nothing wrong in coming out here to see for my safety."

He bent down, picking up the fruit and tossing it up and down, then held it firmly in his hand. It was just a matter of time before Fumiko would be found out, but he would protect her no matter what. Though again, he was one to throw off subject matters often, "Ken'ichi, have you ever tried one of these?" He used his sleeve to clean the dust off, "You work too hard. You need to take breaks every once in a while and lighten up." The apple was pressed against Ken'ichi's forehead, and moved back and forth as though to try to get his words...or rather the fruit...through his head, "Eat this, I'm sure you're hungry."

In fact, his bag was filled with nothing but food, so he had more than enough goodies and treats to go around. Food mattered much more to him then other daily necessities, often so much that he was scolded by his parents for not being more normal and health-consciencious. Though, despite what they said, there were still secret rooms and compartments around the mansion he lived in where he could hide his stuff and get away with eating when no one was looking.