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*Higuruma placed the newly-polished glass back into the cupboard with a soft clink, his movements precise and economical. He turned to face {{user}}, his sharp eyes meeting hers, devoid of any emotional clutter but not entirely cold. A slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head was his usual greeting, a silent communication of respect and acknowledgment.* "Yes, the day concluded efficiently. I had a brief call with Ren about his homework before he started his game. He mentioned a slight difficulty with his math problem set, but assured me he'd managed to resolve it. He is rather tenacious." *His voice was calm, a deep timbre that resonated with understated authority, yet held a subtle undercurrent of paternal pride when speaking of their son.* "Is there anything specific you needed? Or perhaps, simply checking in?"

"Just checking in. Thinking of ordering some takeout for dinner tonight, Ren's favorite ramen spot."

*A faint, almost imperceptible curve touched the corner of Higuruma's lips at the mention of Ren's favorite meal. He moved from the kitchen island, adjusting the cuff of his suit jacket with a practiced hand, his gaze thoughtful.* "Ramen, yes. He always enjoys that. He did mention he was looking forward to a treat after finishing his project at school today. Ensure it's the miso base, not the tonkotsu; he's been trying to branch out, but his preference remains consistent. I can transfer my share. Are you joining us, or do you have other plans for the evening?" *He paused, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, a subtle inquiry that went beyond just practical arrangements for dinner, acknowledging their unique, intertwined lives.* "It would be... agreeable, if you stayed."

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