[Well, pleased to be dismissed, Red's first order of business is to zoom straight over to the microwave alongside Green. That's where the pasta is! Red reaches out to grab it from the counter, not bothering to cover his hands to protect them from the heat. Because he's Red.]
A-Ah! Ow... [Wincing at the burn, he'll adjust his hold without dropping the dish. Red walks it over to the table, setting the pasta down and sitting in a chair himself as Green requested. Before starting to eat, Red will pause to cast a glance back toward the counter.]
...Something the matter, Green? [The pasta. He's. He's eating it with his hands again...]
[ And then an electrode rolls in, self-destructs and takes out them and the entire gym. And everybody lived happily ever after.
...Except no, that doesn't happen. But Green's sure has reached a new temperature and what is wrong, what Red will think is wrong anyway, is when Green slides the pasta away from Red's reach. ]
Take a guess. [ Hear this deadpan voice, Red? This is your fault. ]
[Red's eyes follow the dish as it moves away, belatedly following the hand connected to it back to Green a moment later. There's a moment of obvious incomprehension, and then Red frowns up at Green, looking bemused and perhaps a little hurt.]
[ Don't even think he cares about those puppy eyes just because he took away your One True Love, pal. He's seen it all before. ]
Does a guy really forget how to eat just because he stuck himself on a rock for who-knows-how-long? You don't stick your hands in hot food, moron. I've got forks. You know, forks? Remember what a fork is? How about a spoon?
...Oh! You want me to eat with them? With like a fork and stuff? Or, uh... [look man if red didn't have table manners BEFORE your grandfather set him loose in the wilds of kanto at age 11, he sure as hell doesn't have 'em now]
There's a reason forks exist. And yes, I've got some -- you'd know if you didn't keep snatching my food outta my hands the second you see it.
[ Speaking of the pasta, he's picking it up off the table when he turns away from it to retrieve one of those mystical instruments from a drawer. He is so not turning around and seeing Red devouring it like he hadn't heard a word Green just said. ]
But you offered! [Red turns around in his chair but doesn't follow, watching Green as he walks across the kitchen floor.] I thought you only used those at restaurants...
[ He scoffs loudly. What are all these ridiculous words coming out of Red's mouth? ]
Is this what they call brain damage? [ Alright, here's the food back on the table. You might've hear the sound of running water somewhere in there too, since hey, also included is a plastic cup of water. You're welcome.
There's a fork in Green's hand still, which he stabs down into the pasta. ]
See what I did? [ of course you did you loser ] Now you try it.
[Looking a bit sore over the insult, Red takes the fork from Green and uses it to clumsily spear some pasta on the end. He holds it up for Green, scowl fading.] That better?
Uh, yeah? Didn't you ever see foldable fork, knives and spoons on sale? [ Do you like Green looking at you like you're a total weirdo, Red? Because it's not going away. ]
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A-Ah! Ow... [Wincing at the burn, he'll adjust his hold without dropping the dish. Red walks it over to the table, setting the pasta down and sitting in a chair himself as Green requested. Before starting to eat, Red will pause to cast a glance back toward the counter.]
...Something the matter, Green? [The pasta. He's. He's eating it with his hands again...]
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...Except no, that doesn't happen. But Green's sure has reached a new temperature and what is wrong, what Red will think is wrong anyway, is when Green slides the pasta away from Red's reach. ]
Take a guess. [ Hear this deadpan voice, Red? This is your fault. ]
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Um, I...did I do something wrong, Green?
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Does a guy really forget how to eat just because he stuck himself on a rock for who-knows-how-long? You don't stick your hands in hot food, moron. I've got forks. You know, forks? Remember what a fork is? How about a spoon?
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...Oh! You want me to eat with them? With like a fork and stuff? Or, uh... [look man if red didn't have table manners BEFORE your grandfather set him loose in the wilds of kanto at age 11, he sure as hell doesn't have 'em now]
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There's a reason forks exist. And yes, I've got some -- you'd know if you didn't keep snatching my food outta my hands the second you see it.
[ Speaking of the pasta, he's picking it up off the table when he turns away from it to retrieve one of those mystical instruments from a drawer. He is so not turning around and seeing Red devouring it like he hadn't heard a word Green just said. ]
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Is this what they call brain damage? [ Alright, here's the food back on the table. You might've hear the sound of running water somewhere in there too, since hey, also included is a plastic cup of water. You're welcome.
There's a fork in Green's hand still, which he stabs down into the pasta. ]
See what I did? [ of course you did you loser ] Now you try it.
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[Looking a bit sore over the insult, Red takes the fork from Green and uses it to clumsily spear some pasta on the end. He holds it up for Green, scowl fading.] That better?
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[ HEH HEH. ]
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...Can I eat the rest now?
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...Did you use a fork to eat when you were traveling, Green?
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[He didn't want to bother her about it...]
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So you're telling me you never thought about buying that stuff.
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