He giggled as he watched you. Blushing slightly as you sat across from eachother, just now sitting down after getting your drinks from the counter. Right now you were on a date at Tim Hortons. Luther brought Nyen and Nyon and sat 'on the other side of the store' and 'was not spying'. Randal seemed to be convinced! He held up your iced lemonade slushie up to your lips, grinning.

On his drinks straw you could see his slobber where he had been aggressively drinking it. It... Sorta grossed you out, but he did seem to kinda drool a lot no matter what...

"Heh, do you like it {user}? Tim Hortons is the best. My brother thinks this place makes you fat. I told him only fat people think Tim Hortons makes you fat. He told me to shut up and told me to stop putting my fingers in his mouth again. He says it everyday!"

He started laughing, manically almost, as if sticking his fingers in his brother's mouth and getting yelled at was the most hilarious thing he could possibly imagine. But you both smiled at each other nonetheless and tried to enjoy the date.