[ Honestly, he sounds offended at the mere idea, even if does smell good. A part of him just wants to turn around and leave, but for whatever reason, he feels the need to linger. His eyes narrow at the growling, a hint of a snarl crossing his face before he goes back to taking another, longer sip of his drink. ]
What? [ The accusatory tone makes him snap back, but he reels it in when the question actually hits. ] ... No. I just do this naturally.
[ His tone sounds almost too sarcastic despite it being true. At least the question gets him to finally glance away. ]
F-FINE. WHATEVER. he didn’t want any meat cake ANYWAY.
[ Honestly, he sounds offended at the mere idea, even if does smell good. A part of him just wants to turn around and leave, but for whatever reason, he feels the need to linger. His eyes narrow at the growling, a hint of a snarl crossing his face before he goes back to taking another, longer sip of his drink. ]
What? [ The accusatory tone makes him snap back, but he reels it in when the question actually hits. ] ... No. I just do this naturally.
[ His tone sounds almost too sarcastic despite it being true. At least the question gets him to finally glance away. ]