( and since she's rummaging through the gift, that means he's rummaging through the noodles, slurping them up without any kind of worry; if she wanted to poison him, she would have done it already, or at least in a better way.
his gaze goes sidelong, but he hates watching people unwrap gifts, especially when they're from him. so he's settling, eating, even trying to sit more politely than usual; it's only when she talks that he tilts to look at her a little. )
...It's your birthday. ( a bland glance, almost suspicious on his end, instead. ) If you don't like it, you can definitely return it for something else.
( embarrassed, he turns back to his bowl; now one of his legs is wiggling on the rung. )
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his gaze goes sidelong, but he hates watching people unwrap gifts, especially when they're from him. so he's settling, eating, even trying to sit more politely than usual; it's only when she talks that he tilts to look at her a little. )
...It's your birthday. ( a bland glance, almost suspicious on his end, instead. ) If you don't like it, you can definitely return it for something else.
( embarrassed, he turns back to his bowl; now one of his legs is wiggling on the rung. )
It won't piss me off or anything, or whatever.