It — [ he starts, and then the words "red looks good on you" hit him in the face with the accuracy and strength of a ballistic missile, and though they're entirely teasing they still make charles blush even harder, until he thinks his face is probably indistinguishable from the colour of his polo shirt.
he just clears his throat and focuses on the change in topic, then, faintly grateful for that and forgetting entirely about his reservations about actually eating something for the first time in decades (what if he can't? what if it doesn't compare to his expectations? what if something terrible happens?) — he simply picks up his fork, spears some penne with it, and puts it all in his mouth.
and god, he thinks he might start crying, right then and there. instead, though, he lets out a sound that's indecent at best, and after thoroughly chewing and swallowing, says, ]
Jesus fuck.
[ sorry don't mind him as he just takes another mouthful of pasta... has he accidentally passed on to his afterlife? because this might just be it, good food and company at the same time. ]
he's being so normal about everything
he just clears his throat and focuses on the change in topic, then, faintly grateful for that and forgetting entirely about his reservations about actually eating something for the first time in decades (what if he can't? what if it doesn't compare to his expectations? what if something terrible happens?) — he simply picks up his fork, spears some penne with it, and puts it all in his mouth.
and god, he thinks he might start crying, right then and there. instead, though, he lets out a sound that's indecent at best, and after thoroughly chewing and swallowing, says, ]
Jesus fuck.
[ sorry don't mind him as he just takes another mouthful of pasta... has he accidentally passed on to his afterlife? because this might just be it, good food and company at the same time. ]