He hadn't expected Dabi to lean over and eat it straight off the fork with such an unaffected expression.
César's immediately flustered, and he stammers a moment, his cheeks turning a little pink.
After realizing he needs space to gather himself, César gives up trying to say something and quietly puts the fork down on the nearest surface. He goes back to the leftovers, speaking up after he has a moment to collect himself. "That's—ah—fine. People have preferences. I like it myself. Not everyone does."
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He hadn't expected Dabi to lean over and eat it straight off the fork with such an unaffected expression.
César's immediately flustered, and he stammers a moment, his cheeks turning a little pink.
After realizing he needs space to gather himself, César gives up trying to say something and quietly puts the fork down on the nearest surface. He goes back to the leftovers, speaking up after he has a moment to collect himself. "That's—ah—fine. People have preferences. I like it myself. Not everyone does."