[ he pauses for a moment, as if to take in the question,
then seconds later, he brings his sullied hand back in front of his gaze, before extending it out towards jean. ] It's difficult to explain... [ he starts quietly, before raising his sights back on jean. ] Do you want to try?
[ is he offering jean the scraps on his plate or his ashy fingertips? the world may never know, and to be honest, mithra might not know either. he doesn't seem to care either way. he had a penchant of avoiding complications and this was a direct result of that... somehow. ]
[ With how he's extending his dirty hand in front of Jean, he definitely assumes the latter. There's just this look of complete disgust. ]
Even if you had something good to share with me, I wouldn't lick it off your fingers. [ He sounds slightly offended that Mithra is even offering it to him like this. There's nothing appetizing about the food being offered and the delivery is even less appealing. Jean swipes a tissue box from one of the tables and shoves it into Mithra's chest. ]
Clean yourself up. How do you not get sick from this?
Is that what you thought...? [ he looks at his hand and then back and jean. rinse, repeat.
nah, he doesn't correct him. instead he's about to lick his slightly scaly fingers back up, before he feels the pressure against his chest and visually sees the tissue there. he blinks, making no move to grab it from him immediately. ]
But, I'm fine this way. [ but, he does take it for measure. but, barely dabs at his face before giving up on the endeavor entirely. ] By chance, are you the type who really focuses on the little things? [ vaguely pointless things, he means.
granted, not much seems of worth when you've lived 600+ years. not that he's ever really thought of that way, either. still, he finds it odd how focused this individual was on his eating. though, he's been said to have horrible table manners on multiple occasions?? is he the problem? ]
Are you saying I'm pedantic? [ It actually is true that he has an eye for detail, with his naturally observant personality. It might even be true that he can be pedantic at times. Jean thinks he's quite justified to question Mithra's eating habits if they involve completely charred food though. ]
I don't think it's unreasonable to ... find what you just did weird as hell. [ He is too normal for this. ]
Is that wrong? [ though, when he says it with he drawl that he does, it sounds less like an inquiry and more like an accusation. but, he doesn't seem to care either way. ] Really? [ a shrug. ] I've been told I have bad table manners.
[ he says without any remorse, then followed by a quiet: ]
Do you often cook up meals for a stranger? [ is that what jean did.... ]
You don't say. [ There's absolutely no disagreement on that, because here's a guy who was happy to smear burnt fish remains all over his hands and face. Jean lives with military men so he's used to rowdy cafeteria times, but Mithra's a whole league on his own. ]
I'd hardly call that cooking... More like a cremation. [ But maybe it's 'cooking' in Mithra's eyes because his palate is clearly an outlier from the rest of normal society. ]
I was trying to warm up my coffee, actually. [ And he started a fire that worked out in Mithra's favour??? ]
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then seconds later, he brings his sullied hand back in front of his gaze, before extending it out towards jean. ] It's difficult to explain... [ he starts quietly, before raising his sights back on jean. ] Do you want to try?
[ is he offering jean the scraps on his plate or his ashy fingertips? the world may never know, and to be honest, mithra might not know either. he doesn't seem to care either way. he had a penchant of avoiding complications and this was a direct result of that... somehow. ]
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Even if you had something good to share with me, I wouldn't lick it off your fingers. [ He sounds slightly offended that Mithra is even offering it to him like this. There's nothing appetizing about the food being offered and the delivery is even less appealing. Jean swipes a tissue box from one of the tables and shoves it into Mithra's chest. ]
Clean yourself up. How do you not get sick from this?
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nah, he doesn't correct him. instead he's about to lick his slightly scaly fingers back up, before he feels the pressure against his chest and visually sees the tissue there. he blinks, making no move to grab it from him immediately. ]
But, I'm fine this way. [ but, he does take it for measure. but, barely dabs at his face before giving up on the endeavor entirely. ] By chance, are you the type who really focuses on the little things? [ vaguely pointless things, he means.
granted, not much seems of worth when you've lived 600+ years. not that he's ever really thought of that way, either. still, he finds it odd how focused this individual was on his eating. though, he's been said to have horrible table manners on multiple occasions?? is he the problem? ]
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I don't think it's unreasonable to ... find what you just did weird as hell. [ He is too normal for this. ]
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[ he says without any remorse, then followed by a quiet: ]
Do you often cook up meals for a stranger? [ is that what jean did.... ]
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I'd hardly call that cooking... More like a cremation. [ But maybe it's 'cooking' in Mithra's eyes because his palate is clearly an outlier from the rest of normal society. ]
I was trying to warm up my coffee, actually. [ And he started a fire that worked out in Mithra's favour??? ]