[He leans back in his chair as the food is set down, eyes darting from one plate to another.
It's hard to say whether he should blame Angel Eyes or a lifetime of poverty, but being presented with a table full of food, and being urged to eat? Well, it fills him with just a little trepidation.
He reaches up and "casually" smoothes the ends of his moustache down, before grabbing a couple of breadsticks.]
And hey, if it feels good? [He shrugs lightly.] I don't let my eyes do all the seeing.
[He's clearly back to talking about women again, but, having snapped the end off one of the breadsticks, he uses it to gesture down to the spread in front of him.]
no subject
[He leans back in his chair as the food is set down, eyes darting from one plate to another.
It's hard to say whether he should blame Angel Eyes or a lifetime of poverty, but being presented with a table full of food, and being urged to eat? Well, it fills him with just a little trepidation.
He reaches up and "casually" smoothes the ends of his moustache down, before grabbing a couple of breadsticks.]
And hey, if it feels good? [He shrugs lightly.] I don't let my eyes do all the seeing.
[He's clearly back to talking about women again, but, having snapped the end off one of the breadsticks, he uses it to gesture down to the spread in front of him.]
So what the hell am I looking at?