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Koumei chuckled softly, motioning with his invisible spoon how to use it after catching the confusion on Yori's face. Hopefully he'd get the message. His jaw dropped when the boy inhaled his bread, a croak of sorts coming from him. "Ah! Hey! Not so fast!" Though, it wasn't as if he could make him spit the bread up again to make him eat it slowly. "Take it easy, no one's going to take it from you." Koumei had his work cut out for him; this boy wasn't going to be easy to train.

Yori blinked, confused when the other made a sound and told him, yet again, to slwo down.. He whimpered softly. Hesitating.. "But.." it was the only way he knew how to eat!

Clicking his tongue to the top of his mouth, Koumei scooted his chair closer, gently taking the spoon from Yori and scooping up some stew, blowing on it to cool it before holding it up to the boys lips. "Now, chew thoroughly, don't inhale it." He tried his best to keep his cool and not shake the boy to get it through his head to eat slower.

Yori could only blink and watch him, unconciously pulling his bread closer when he scootched closer. The other took the spoon and went for the bowl of stuff. He watched as he scooped some out and Yori's young eyes watched as he blew on it. But instead of eating it himself, it was held out for him... He blinked a few times, slowly taking it, making an effort to chew a bit more than normal, which he chewed it maybe three times before he pretty much swallowed it whole. He was hungry, and this was how he was use to eating to keep someone from taking it from him... It's all he knew.

Koumei thought he'd made some kind of head way in his quest to teach the boy some manners. But, yet again, he was let down by the little blonde's undying will to live like an animal. "Damnit, chew!" He burst, letting out a sigh before resting his head in his hands, taking a few deep breaths. Once he had regained his composure, he tried again, scooping out more and blowing it on it, holding it up to his lips again but pulling it away some to issue a warning. "Chew this time or suffer the stomach ache later."

Yori blinked a few times, ducking away as the other seemed to explode.. He was silent for a few moments, before he asked softly, "why?" What was the importance of this 'chewing' business. It kept him from getting full quicker, and it kept him from eating his food fast enough to keep it from being stolen. He really didn't see the point...

Koumei rubbed his face with his free hand, groaning softly. "Because there's no one here to steal food from you and it's bad for your body. You'll get sick if you inhale your food." He explained, watching the child. Yori was quite the defiant little shit, wasn't he?

Yori frowned.. "Getting a sore stomach is better than not havinga ny food in there" he stated softly, and quite bluntly. He was use to someone bigger and older taking whatever he got. Why would here be any different? He still had to keep it from being stolen, right?

Koumei picked Yori up and gave him a shake or two. "Listen up, and listen good." He waited to get Yori's attention before proceeding. "No one is going to take anything from you here. If I want some food, I'll go into the kitchen and make some. Eat slower or I'll be the one feeding you." He set Yori in his chair again, watching him closely.

Yori gulped when he was picked up, and only blinked as he was shook some.. No ones ever done that.. He was usually just smacked.. HE was startled, and a bit stunned as he stared at him... He could only murely nod as he was soon set back down.. He hesitated.. HE didn't mean to make him mad...

Koumei's eyes narrowed on the boy as he gently pushed the bowl back to him. "Slowly. I've got my eye on you." Really, the worst he would do to a child was tickle him until he couldn't breathe any more, in which case, he would stop and wait for him to regain his breath and continue. Okay, maybe the shaking him was the worst he'd do physically, and if he could help it, he would try to keep psychological harm out of it altogether.

Yori gulped, but slowly ate this time.. Not wanting shaken again... And when he was full? He just put his hands on his lap and stared down at them.. He was probably going to get told to leave now.. At least his stomach wont growl tonight.

Koumei watched him closely, knowing that he'd finally broken the kid--well, at least his horrible table manners. Once he was done, Koumei took the plates away. He covered the rest of the bed and put it in the fridge--if Yori wanted some later, it would be there for him--and put away the rest of the stew. Once done, he washed all of the dishes quickly and came back out, inspecting the boy from a distance. He moved over, wiping the boy's face clean with a damp towel before flipping it over and wiping down the table. "What's your name?" He asked softly as he cleaned up the table.

Yori never had anyone take care of him before and he closed his eyes as his face was wiped, not use to it.. HE rubbed his face with the back of his sleeve once it was over.. His name? "Yori.." he stated softly.

Koumei smiled softly, ruffling the boy's hair. "Yori.. A fitting name. I'm Koumei." He finished with the clean up and moved back into the kitchen to rinse the wash cloth before hanging it up. He moved back into the dining room, picking Yori up from the seat and carrying him off down the hall. "Now, lets get you cleaned up the rest of the way. You probably haven't bathed properly in a while, hm?" Once in the bathroom, he closed and locked the door--kids were usually horrible in the bath and always tried to escape, right? He set Yori down, kneeling before him. "Okay, raise your hands." He chirped before tugging the shirt up and over his head, even if he wasn't ready yet.