[ This feels ... unfair, somehow? Like, why is it that he's opened a few boxes so far and they've only held, like, lingerie and sex toys and other useless shit, but this guy opens boxes and gets actual edible food?

Fuuta ends up huffing a hard exhale past gritted teeth as he scuffs a hand through his hair in obvious frustration, leaving ginger strands sticking out in stupid directions. ]

Even if you say 'nothing too special' yet, that's still something, you know? You should be grateful for your good luck. See how you feel when you can't even get 'nothing too special' and just end up with a bunch of useless rubber ...

[ Then he abruptly holds a hand out. ]

Gimme one. [ A cookie, he means. ] You can keep the rest.

[ He just feels like he deserves one out of principle. ]