[Dick-measuring? Uh. No. Pissing. It was a pissing contest. Just because your dick is bigger doesn't mean you get the correct trajectory for a good piss. Tsk, tsk. Had they not taught you that over in ROCA or something?]
My afternoon? My afternoon and I--! Have a healthy relationship together and the afternoon is free to do her own thing so long as she remembers to com-- [His tone is strained as he worked to rip his fingers from the scrutinizing grip of the chopsticks. His eyes are narrow and he's looking down his nose at the other when his other free hand makes a connection with-
Plastic. Which has him stopping his little speech too. As he watches his hand grope over the visage of Princess Peach ever so gently. He blinks, trying to decide on his next move.
In one vivid daydream he envisioned himself pushing the entire MegaBento to the floor so that no one could enjoy its contents... He then promptly envisioned the tar getting kicked out of him and his poor mentor having to attend his early funeral.
Which has him quickly discarding that thought. Besides, he's rather sure the tips of his fingers are about to be pinched off. So he moves his hand from Princess Peach's visage to simply snatch at the chopsticks with every intention of snapping them in half to save his own fingers.
He was not some crazy martial arts transfer student - but he did have some weird way of pulling himself out of shitty situations. He'd probably be an actual threat if he were ever driven enough to do anything---
But as luck would have it - he simply wanted out of the death grip of a pair of fancy twigs, and so he'd be sure to free himself if nothing else.]
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My afternoon? My afternoon and I--! Have a healthy relationship together and the afternoon is free to do her own thing so long as she remembers to com-- [His tone is strained as he worked to rip his fingers from the scrutinizing grip of the chopsticks. His eyes are narrow and he's looking down his nose at the other when his other free hand makes a connection with-
Plastic. Which has him stopping his little speech too. As he watches his hand grope over the visage of Princess Peach ever so gently. He blinks, trying to decide on his next move.
In one vivid daydream he envisioned himself pushing the entire MegaBento to the floor so that no one could enjoy its contents... He then promptly envisioned the tar getting kicked out of him and his poor mentor having to attend his early funeral.
Which has him quickly discarding that thought. Besides, he's rather sure the tips of his fingers are about to be pinched off. So he moves his hand from Princess Peach's visage to simply snatch at the chopsticks with every intention of snapping them in half to save his own fingers.
He was not some crazy martial arts transfer student - but he did have some weird way of pulling himself out of shitty situations. He'd probably be an actual threat if he were ever driven enough to do anything---
But as luck would have it - he simply wanted out of the death grip of a pair of fancy twigs, and so he'd be sure to free himself if nothing else.]