[ Aoba's chewing slows when he registers that the dark blue 'glove' is actually his skin color, because it stretches all the way up to his hairline. He blinks in a vaguely startled way, then realizes he's staring and swallows with effort. Straightening up, he drops his eyes to the plate and clears his throat. ]
Not really, at this point I'm stress eating.
[ Oh god, that's even more embarrassing. Now he sounds like he has an eating disorder or something. He gives his head a shake and wipes his mouth with a napkin. ]
Sorry, that was -- anyway, I didn't mean to stare. [ He slowly puts a hand out. Listen, he may have had a terrifically bad day, but he's alive and that's probably a good thing even if it means encountering a lot of unusual things and people along the way. He smiles. ]
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Not really, at this point I'm stress eating.
[ Oh god, that's even more embarrassing. Now he sounds like he has an eating disorder or something. He gives his head a shake and wipes his mouth with a napkin. ]
Sorry, that was -- anyway, I didn't mean to stare. [ He slowly puts a hand out. Listen, he may have had a terrifically bad day, but he's alive and that's probably a good thing even if it means encountering a lot of unusual things and people along the way. He smiles. ]
I'm Aoba.