{/he had a habit of staring, for reasons that he….would rather simply keep to himself. He shoves the small bag into another one that he’d brought, which was similar as to the one he’d held before, only larger. Full with other goodies that he’d pack into small bags, each with assorted goodies. When the male speaks, his gaze returns again, and he lets loose of a small chuckle. Briefly shrugging after./} I don’t quite have an idea, {/he pauses, indistinct in his speech/} I suppose I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t like sweets
and you’re sort of… {/pauses again, unable to come up with a suitable word to describe the latter. He gives in/} Well, as you said before, ‘special’. I can’t quite put my finger on it.
(/looks around a bit, his eyes darting from side to side as his forehead is crinkled in confusion before he looks towards you when you start talking again) Well, I’m perfectly aware of the fact that a lot of people like it, since people keep trying to give me those sweet things that I dislike. (/sighs and looks slightly away, his eyebrows slanted inwards with an annoyed expression before he turns his stare at you, narrowing his eyes slightly) … I’m sort of what? (/he expects something bad, since his first impressions have never been that good so far) Oh. (/stares at you and shrugs, it’s not the first time that someone can’t exactly find something to define him, wondering if it’s because of his behavior) Could you explain a bit, please?
