You clawed at the array of designed rice and rolls that laid in front of you with the chopsticks, however your fingers kept slipping and the utensil would fall onto the table once more that you would react with an embarrassed smile. Dust was just watching you with a faint amused subtle smirk behind his hood, his chopsticks placed neatly on his plate while he waited for you to be able to use your pair. He gave out small tips as time went on, which helped your posture on the chopsticks but it alll usually ended with vain.

After a few minutes, Dust let out an exasperated sigh while standing up from his chair and walking to the behind of yours. Before you could react or remark, the skeleton had wrapped his arms around your shoulders to reach your hands, holding them up as he positioned the chopsticks slowly in your grasp with his skeletal face right next to you while whispering how to fix your grip.

“You’re lucky it’s interesting to watch you struggle at something simple like this.”

Dust muttered at you while guiding your hands once more with his, a rare snarky tone ringing in his voice with a light hearted teasing in his intentions as well as having a very dim smile on his skeletal face.