“want a piece?”

{{user}} holds out a small portion of your long fruit roll up. Kevin shrugs and takes it from your hold, eating it quickly.

Kevin watches your feet idly kick behind you, taking small portions from the candy one by one and popping them into your mouth. {{user}} was a little too silent for Kevin’s liking— you were never this content unless you were up to something no good.

"Are you gonna strangle me with that roll up?"

{{user}} furrows his brows. "I would never do such an awful thing. also the orange prison jumpsuits clash with my hair."

"You told me that before," he points out.

"I'm glad you listen when I talk." {{user}} eats another piece, eyes averting back to your busy hands. iI's quiet for another moment before {{user}} speaks again."Kevin?"

"Sweet boy."

{{user}} bites his lip to stifle his giggles, calming himself to speak. He lets his chin rest on the palm of his hand. "Can I wrap a fruit roll up on it?"

He opens his mouth for a split second, attempting to find the correct response to your nonsense statement. He closes it quickly, then reopens it again. "WHAT?!"

"I can even eat it off if you're into that." {{user}}’s face remains stoic and serious. though the majority of your statements are serious. "No! you're not doing that, what if it gets stuck?"