[ —ah. so bold, nic . . . but he doesn't say no to it! mostly because . . . whenever nic squints his eyes up like that tsuna didn't want to be the one to oppose him . . . or oppose anything in any situation with that look ( he's got those beady shark eyes, you know? ). ]
You don't want any-?
[ he'd hate to eat in front of a hungry person— ]
I took some juice too, so—
[ if nic wanted at least that, he could offer! he holds the plate with one hand, dipping into his deeper front pockets to get at least one of the juice baggies out— it's terribly stuffed, though, done so hoping that he could lessen the chance of a second go to ( which would end with volleyballs, cries ). one sticks to the other, so out come both, although— something else comes out with it, falling to the floor with a clatter, like two dozen tic-tacs shaking together—
in form, they're not far from tic-tacs— they're pills.
and then there's that awkward, silent moment, where tsuna stares down, face a bit pale, waiting for time to rewind a bit— and slowly looking up with enough nervousness to charge a wireless maraca.
no subject
You don't want any-?
[ he'd hate to eat in front of a hungry person— ]
I took some juice too, so—
[ if nic wanted at least that, he could offer! he holds the plate with one hand, dipping into his deeper front pockets to get at least one of the juice baggies out— it's terribly stuffed, though, done so hoping that he could lessen the chance of a second go to ( which would end with volleyballs, cries ). one sticks to the other, so out come both, although— something else comes out with it, falling to the floor with a clatter, like two dozen tic-tacs shaking together—
in form, they're not far from tic-tacs— they're pills.
and then there's that awkward, silent moment, where tsuna stares down, face a bit pale, waiting for time to rewind a bit— and slowly looking up with enough nervousness to charge a wireless maraca.
it's not what it looks like . . . ]