[And glance. At that fork tapping against those lips. And that smirk.
He's been outed, hasn't he.]
... othing. Nothing's wrong. [And another glance to the side, more pointed this time, as a smirk of his own starts to work its way up behind his palm. He still feels a bit awkward; not of the action, oh no, but it's just something that comes with having to constantly watch out for people who might walk in on them doing something like this.]
[action]
[And glance. At that fork tapping against those lips. And that smirk.
He's been outed, hasn't he.]
... othing. Nothing's wrong. [And another glance to the side, more pointed this time, as a smirk of his own starts to work its way up behind his palm. He still feels a bit awkward; not of the action, oh no, but it's just something that comes with having to constantly watch out for people who might walk in on them doing something like this.]