( she'd dismiss it as a 'not being used to being a host' thing, but pouring himself a glass of water? should be a common enough occurrence? she will not be questioning the order of operations besides the fact that ice went last and would splash and -
the mention of a price to be paid has her tilting her head in curiosity, only to be met with a hand right at the crown of it. )
Wh - hey!?
( she wouldn't mind it if she didn't feel belittled!!! so of course she's going for a swat, which he deftly steps back and gets safely away from.
this man really likes playing with fire doesn't he, but he can safely eat his noodles. for now. she will content herself with keeping a pointed glare in his direction. maybe hoping he chokes a little bit. )
When have you ever known me to be shy? ( one of those rhetorical questions, ) I just didn't want to be rude!
[ yet another crime he has gotten away with... kaiser sits down at the table across from nei, content enough to lay into those noodles. ]
You are way too late to worry about coming off as rude. [ also, more importantly: ] You know I don't give a shit either way, yeah?
[ kaiser favors a directness wherever possible, which is definitely a touch hypocritical, since he has a tendency to not entirely share what's on his mind. to that end, kaiser reaches over and across the table with his fork... let him try the spice. also, yes... as a certified white boy, he does need his fork for these noodles, thanks. ]
( is it? oops. she likes to think she tried her best at playing nice anyway. it's not her fault (source?) that she is tried at every step. )
Mm. So you keep saying.
( the reach across has her inching her plate over a bit more to help. it spared her the effort of putting it on his plate herself, so. also this way he can decide for himself just how badly he wants his mouth to hurt.
and it's ok she's known that he's a certified and licensed white boy. chopsticks can be a future lesson. )
If you end up liking it, I don't mind splitting but I'm taking some of yours if it comes to that.
( just. yknow. don't die? how ironic that the only thing that'd be a better choice to rid the spice is the one thing he dislikes having, )
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the mention of a price to be paid has her tilting her head in curiosity, only to be met with a hand right at the crown of it. )
Wh - hey!?
( she wouldn't mind it if she didn't feel belittled!!! so of course she's going for a swat, which he deftly steps back and gets safely away from.
this man really likes playing with fire doesn't he, but he can safely eat his noodles. for now. she will content herself with keeping a pointed glare in his direction. maybe hoping he chokes a little bit. )
When have you ever known me to be shy? ( one of those rhetorical questions, ) I just didn't want to be rude!
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You are way too late to worry about coming off as rude. [ also, more importantly: ] You know I don't give a shit either way, yeah?
[ kaiser favors a directness wherever possible, which is definitely a touch hypocritical, since he has a tendency to not entirely share what's on his mind. to that end, kaiser reaches over and across the table with his fork... let him try the spice. also, yes... as a certified white boy, he does need his fork for these noodles, thanks. ]
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Mm. So you keep saying.
( the reach across has her inching her plate over a bit more to help. it spared her the effort of putting it on his plate herself, so. also this way he can decide for himself just how badly he wants his mouth to hurt.
and it's ok she's known that he's a certified and licensed white boy. chopsticks can be a future lesson. )
If you end up liking it, I don't mind splitting but I'm taking some of yours if it comes to that.
( just. yknow. don't die? how ironic that the only thing that'd be a better choice to rid the spice is the one thing he dislikes having, )