10-24-2010, 01:36 PM
Keith had to agree on the other’s opinion about Stephen King. Despite him having a rather annoying habit and well, voice, he seemed to be the type who definitely knew what he was talking about. At least, he had to give this one to Rey. He had an interesting batch of friends from the looks of it. He’s only met a few but those few had made themselves different form each other. Perhaps, that’s where he’d gotten his inspiration to write that novel about a group of friends for a sci-fi book. He didn’t tell that to Rey, though, and simply wrote something really vague in the dedication page.
When the main course had come, Keith’s eyes had widened. He definitely had been staying far too long in hibernation. He didn’t recognize any of the food on the platter at all. In fact, when the other had started eating, the first thing he did was watch him as would a child do when he wanted to learn how to… eat. Surprising, though, how he was following that hot and wet muscle of his leave those lips out to lick on the cream that was running down the side with his gaze and only tore his said gaze away at the said sucking. Keith saw the patrons in the restaurant looking over at his acquaintance and he blinked a bit in surprise, yet again, at them flinching and whimpering. It had him looking over at Issac to see a rather large bite off of the odd looking hard sweet bread wrap with those fillings inside. He could only guess what he’d done but he didn’t delve in too deep into that and started to take his fork and knife to… eat.
However it is that people ate this anyway.
Keith was only halfway through his food when he’d seen the other reaching for the coconut shrimp and he quirked a brow at the residue at the corner of the other’s mouth. Seriously now? “Glad to hear that,” was his late reply to the other’s words of realization before he’d shaken his head, “And should you really look like a baby?” A look of irritation crossed the blonde’s face. “Wipe your mouth.”
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