[ Midnight hums in acknowledgment, eyes raking over the other patrons. They're still all terribly attractive, of course... It just feels a bit off. Culture shock, in its own way.
Speaking of cultures clashing... Midnight is pretty wasted, but not so much that he's forgotten how to use a pair of chopsticks. You can take the boy out of Higashi, et al.
So, of course, Midnight decides to take it upon himself, pick a bit of crab from his meal, and poke it directly in front of his fellow operator's mouth. (Sorry...) ]
Took me a moment to figure out that was what was wrong... Say ah, Operator.
[ They are terribly attractive, aren't they? It's something that Broca had been noting the more people he met with wry humor given the nature of the game they were meant to be playing.
Everyone being hot (Midnight not excluded) doesn't make Broca any more willing to be easy to deal with for them all. He actually leans back as Midnight tries to feed him like he's a child, the tip of his tail flicking rapidly as he looks at the other man like he's lost his mind. ]
I can feed myself.
[ Despite what his mild struggle would otherwise suggest. ]
But I am much better at chopsticks than you are. It is my sword... sworn duty to enjoy my life and practice my art, respected by all men and in all times.
[ Why is Rhodes Island's slogan relevant here? Midnight grins like he is Hippocrates himself and it took drink for him to make this stunning realization. ]
'S the motto, y'know. I had to memorize it to pass my exam battery. And I would very much enjoy my life if you enjoyed a bit of this shellbeast, Operator...
[ Poke, poke. That being said, he is about as pliant as a sleepy baby and would probably just need to have to be told to just focus on eating, but it's the thought that counts. Or the lack of thought, in this case. ]
[ The thought would count a lot more if he wasn't trying to shove food into Broca's face the way he is. Are people glancing over? Probably, which just has Broca sighing heavier as he wraps his fingers around Midnight's wrist, and tries to redirect his hands back towards Midnight's own face. ]
I enjoy feeding myself. Eat your shellbeast.
[ This is worse mothering than what Aosta does to him... seriously... ]
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Speaking of cultures clashing... Midnight is pretty wasted, but not so much that he's forgotten how to use a pair of chopsticks. You can take the boy out of Higashi, et al.
So, of course, Midnight decides to take it upon himself, pick a bit of crab from his meal, and poke it directly in front of his fellow operator's mouth. (Sorry...) ]
Took me a moment to figure out that was what was wrong... Say ah, Operator.
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Everyone being hot (Midnight not excluded) doesn't make Broca any more willing to be easy to deal with for them all. He actually leans back as Midnight tries to feed him like he's a child, the tip of his tail flicking rapidly as he looks at the other man like he's lost his mind. ]
I can feed myself.
[ Despite what his mild struggle would otherwise suggest. ]
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[ Why is Rhodes Island's slogan relevant here? Midnight grins like he is Hippocrates himself and it took drink for him to make this stunning realization. ]
'S the motto, y'know. I had to memorize it to pass my exam battery. And I would very much enjoy my life if you enjoyed a bit of this shellbeast, Operator...
[ Poke, poke. That being said, he is about as pliant as a sleepy baby and would probably just need to have to be told to just focus on eating, but it's the thought that counts. Or the lack of thought, in this case. ]
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I enjoy feeding myself. Eat your shellbeast.
[ This is worse mothering than what Aosta does to him... seriously... ]