[ He at least has the absolute minimum of manners and discards his cigarette before entering the room, crushing the stub underfoot to extinguish it on the way in.
The whole place smells like pasta -- the sweet-sour smell of simmered sauce, cut through with notes of garlic. His stomach growls again, and though Gen glances around at first like a wary animal, feigning a more neutral interest in his surroundings, the way his gaze eventually fixes upon the pans still half-full of unplated pasta is terribly obvious. ]
... fine by me.
[ He doesn't bother waiting for further permission before grabbing up one of the extra forks off a countertop along with the closest pan that still has a fair amount of food left. Plates? Not worth it. Gen simply leans against an empty area of countertop before starting to dig around the pan with his fork. ]
But is it wise giving me my 'payment' before I do the work? [ He's really griping more just to gripe than out of any genuine concern. Case in point, he doesn't wait for an answer before spearing a generous amount of pasta onto his fork, even as he continues at a careless drawl, ] What're you gonna do if I eat and run?
[ Gen doesn't wait for a response before popping the forkful of pasta in his mouth. Though his movements aren't hurried, he still somehow manages to eat at a respectable pace, taking big bites; it's the sort of understated gusto that only hungry teenagers are able to pull off. ]
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The whole place smells like pasta -- the sweet-sour smell of simmered sauce, cut through with notes of garlic. His stomach growls again, and though Gen glances around at first like a wary animal, feigning a more neutral interest in his surroundings, the way his gaze eventually fixes upon the pans still half-full of unplated pasta is terribly obvious. ]
... fine by me.
[ He doesn't bother waiting for further permission before grabbing up one of the extra forks off a countertop along with the closest pan that still has a fair amount of food left. Plates? Not worth it. Gen simply leans against an empty area of countertop before starting to dig around the pan with his fork. ]
But is it wise giving me my 'payment' before I do the work? [ He's really griping more just to gripe than out of any genuine concern. Case in point, he doesn't wait for an answer before spearing a generous amount of pasta onto his fork, even as he continues at a careless drawl, ] What're you gonna do if I eat and run?
[ Gen doesn't wait for a response before popping the forkful of pasta in his mouth. Though his movements aren't hurried, he still somehow manages to eat at a respectable pace, taking big bites; it's the sort of understated gusto that only hungry teenagers are able to pull off. ]