[He considers it. Almost waffles. Thinks as he spears some egg with the fork. Wonders if Gilgamesh will follow the movement.]
No. Not really.
[A bite of breakfast. The point hovers above his head like helicopter blades. He almost smiles, as he takes another sip of tea. Places the mug down on the countertop. Absently. An almost scoff to the tone.]
Most people have more sense than to toy with their injuries to make a point. If you'd like to keep your sprain longer and get bandaged again, though, be my guest.
[A look back up. A faint smile. Here for an instant, gone in a flash. Flat again as he spoons bits of egg onto the fork. He doesn't dare turn his back on Gilgamesh. The plate of eggs and mug of tea in the no man's land between them.]
no subject
On purpose?
[He considers it. Almost waffles. Thinks as he spears some egg with the fork. Wonders if Gilgamesh will follow the movement.]
No. Not really.
[A bite of breakfast. The point hovers above his head like helicopter blades. He almost smiles, as he takes another sip of tea. Places the mug down on the countertop. Absently. An almost scoff to the tone.]
Most people have more sense than to toy with their injuries to make a point. If you'd like to keep your sprain longer and get bandaged again, though, be my guest.
[A look back up. A faint smile. Here for an instant, gone in a flash. Flat again as he spoons bits of egg onto the fork. He doesn't dare turn his back on Gilgamesh. The plate of eggs and mug of tea in the no man's land between them.]