Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20161118220227/@comment-27743663-20161126042728

"Going abstinent now, are we? How surprising," he replied back plainly as he reached over for his empty cup, toying with it a bit in-between his hands.

His brow slightly twitched as she stretched across his couch, though ended up sighing and accepting this was simply the way things were, She just makes herself at home, doesn't she, he internally mumbled as the cup slipped from his hands as his eyes were temporairly averted, managing to catch it again before it fell and shattered.

"It's food," he said a bit sternly as he stood up, walking over and pulling the ropes away from her reach as the constant clanging of metal in the distance began to annoy him.

Heading over his to his kitchen while smoothly dodging hrough all the ropes, he dug into his fridge and pulled out some leftover cake, carrying it in one hand as he grabbed plates and utensils with the other. Really, he was trying his best to focus on the task at hand and not Selena's implications.

As unineresting. As possible.

Walking back to the living room, he carefully placed the plates down, then the utensils on top, and the half-eaten cake in-between.

"Help yourself," he said as he sat down and cut out two pieces, placing one in his own plate and one in her own. Looking over, he noted the succesful hidden print he left underneath her plate, as well as the current temperature in the room. Looking at Selena, she didn't seem none the wiser, what with her glazed brea- eyes. He was going to say eyes.

...That implication was really sticking (Sticky. Not food. Stop that), but she didn't need to know.