[Excuse you. This is absolutely not an addiction and he is overflowing with self control and he… is…. Absolutely resting his face down on the counter staring with completely blown out pupils full of longing at the open tin. It’s hard to tell if he might start crying at any second now because he wants it so bad, or because it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever smelled.]
[The thing about his self control isn’t a lie, however. While he’s horribly close to the open tin, and his tail is batting about at a hundred miles a minute in clear aggravation, Shoichi is holding himself back, against all odds.]
[And chirping. He’s also doing that, too, quietly but with feeling.]
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[The thing about his self control isn’t a lie, however. While he’s horribly close to the open tin, and his tail is batting about at a hundred miles a minute in clear aggravation, Shoichi is holding himself back, against all odds.]
[And chirping. He’s also doing that, too, quietly but with feeling.]