[ Mouth parted on a response that never gets verbalized, Stiles can only watch as the stranger summarily decimates the bowl. The sight is somehow disgusting, impressive, and tragic all at once. He can’t decide if he thinks the man is really that big a fan of jellied eel or that hungry. The latter possibility has him fidgeting in the seat, restless with a misplaced sense of guilt. ]
Uh, for the record… [ For once, he pauses – reevaluating whether his unsolicited advice and statistics, this time about the benefits of eating slowly, will be at all appreciated. ] …Never mind. Do you want another bowl?
[ Charitable isn’t a word people would normally use to describe Stiles, for good reason. But he knows his dad would never walk away from someone this obviously hungry, which is enough to prompt him to try and help. ]
Maybe something else? [ he ventures, because listening to the guy eat those eels was repulsive. ] They have good mince pies here.
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Uh, for the record… [ For once, he pauses – reevaluating whether his unsolicited advice and statistics, this time about the benefits of eating slowly, will be at all appreciated. ] …Never mind. Do you want another bowl?
[ Charitable isn’t a word people would normally use to describe Stiles, for good reason. But he knows his dad would never walk away from someone this obviously hungry, which is enough to prompt him to try and help. ]
Maybe something else? [ he ventures, because listening to the guy eat those eels was repulsive. ] They have good mince pies here.