[It's a poorly coordinated effort, but it's not unsuccessful. She plucks the stupid cardboard container open with her nails, turning it over to dump the contents onto a plate. He already knows what she looks like trying to wield an instrument of any delicacy, she's no better with the fork than usual. The slightly sticky noodles are easier to get wrapped around the prongs of the fork than something else might have been, at least.
He's still standing there staring though. It's tempting to just fling the plate at him and be done with it. It's too bad she's hungry--(and too tired to be angry anymore.)]
☏ courtesies that i disguise in me
He's still standing there staring though. It's tempting to just fling the plate at him and be done with it. It's too bad she's hungry--(and too tired to be angry anymore.)]
Sit down.
[And stop looming.]