[ Fushimi automatically feels a weird emotion in his chest that he can't quite place for a solid twenty seconds or so. ]
Uh... yeah. You're welcome. [ Oh! It's guilt! That's what that was! Guilt for potentially hurting Dex's feelings. God, people are weird about food and eating habits. Fushimi doesn't understand it in the slightest. At any rate -- now that he feels a little like he's made a complete mess of things -- Fushimi leans backwards, angling his body like he might leave. ]
I'll -- uh, let you get back to your. ...meal? [ ...snack? ]
i actually whispered "noooo" softly when i read this tag
Uh... yeah. You're welcome. [ Oh! It's guilt! That's what that was! Guilt for potentially hurting Dex's feelings. God, people are weird about food and eating habits. Fushimi doesn't understand it in the slightest. At any rate -- now that he feels a little like he's made a complete mess of things -- Fushimi leans backwards, angling his body like he might leave. ]
I'll -- uh, let you get back to your. ...meal? [ ...snack? ]