[ it's a small sound of protest, but the most he'll give. he glares at the back of kaiser's head, then stares them up to the ceiling as if to ask "god, are you there? if so - why me?"
whatever. it's awkward, but he's able to reach his ice cream from his set-up by drawing it a little closer with his fingers before grabbing it. he quickly shovels a couple scoops into his mouth to prevent any further melting, fast but efficient. the tiny brain freeze that creeps into his skull is a small price to pay for any further interruptions.
though, strangely, he enjoys it more like this. he can't be distracted by his worries when he just does it without thinking. he's not nearly as taken in by the movie as a result, but that's ok. he's a little too restless mentally for even his favorite films most days. he handles it better in a theater space, trapped in the dark, than when he knows he could be doing something more productive.
he's already thinking about taking his iPad and checking emails... well, he can't, because of a certain feral beast laying on him. while it would be easy to just pry him off, it does feel too rude after what just happened. ugh. when did he start getting soft?
so he sighs quietly and decides to try giving into the film again. the ice cream isn't done though and he doesn't think he can handle much more. the inelegant solution he decides on is to offer what remains by setting it on his knee. it won't obstruct kaiser's view, and noa won't poke him, so he just waits to see if its noticed in the periphery. ]
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[ it's a small sound of protest, but the most he'll give. he glares at the back of kaiser's head, then stares them up to the ceiling as if to ask "god, are you there? if so - why me?"
whatever. it's awkward, but he's able to reach his ice cream from his set-up by drawing it a little closer with his fingers before grabbing it. he quickly shovels a couple scoops into his mouth to prevent any further melting, fast but efficient. the tiny brain freeze that creeps into his skull is a small price to pay for any further interruptions.
though, strangely, he enjoys it more like this. he can't be distracted by his worries when he just does it without thinking. he's not nearly as taken in by the movie as a result, but that's ok. he's a little too restless mentally for even his favorite films most days. he handles it better in a theater space, trapped in the dark, than when he knows he could be doing something more productive.
he's already thinking about taking his iPad and checking emails... well, he can't, because of a certain feral beast laying on him. while it would be easy to just pry him off, it does feel too rude after what just happened. ugh. when did he start getting soft?
so he sighs quietly and decides to try giving into the film again. the ice cream isn't done though and he doesn't think he can handle much more. the inelegant solution he decides on is to offer what remains by setting it on his knee. it won't obstruct kaiser's view, and noa won't poke him, so he just waits to see if its noticed in the periphery. ]