[That offer is one that Sync takes begrudgingly. His feet are starting to ache from the constant pacing at the fringes he’d done earlier. Still, the teen does sit on the edge of the seat (aware, prepared, ready to move if necessary).
At least she isn’t sobbing her eyes out at their supposed entrapment here? That’s one thing they have in common.
She seems to have chosen more food and drink than Sync himself would have felt comfortable with (though he had taken a few small bites earlier). His gaze finds hers from behind his mask, head tilted in mild curiosity.]
Anything here that’s agreeable?
[Translation: doesn’t taste disgustingly like a mouthful of perfume and flora.]
Party (OK, finally made it! Hi ^^)
At least she isn’t sobbing her eyes out at their supposed entrapment here? That’s one thing they have in common.
She seems to have chosen more food and drink than Sync himself would have felt comfortable with (though he had taken a few small bites earlier). His gaze finds hers from behind his mask, head tilted in mild curiosity.]
Anything here that’s agreeable?
[Translation: doesn’t taste disgustingly like a mouthful of perfume and flora.]