Post by Asa King on Jun 11, 2015 8:23:13 GMT -6
Asa 'sweet tooth' King walked out of the mall's bakery with a smug smile softening his features. Ever since he'd been able to afford sweet things, Asa had discovered he had an incredibly incurable sweet tooth, and had indulged in it ever since. Now he carried a box filled with six different pastries, and was already drooling slightly as he tried to choose which one to eat first. It went without saying he would eat them all himself, not only because he had no one to share them with, but also because....Well they were his, and he loved sweets.
The grown man was practically purring as he slid into a booth seat, gaze captivated by the printed pink box. Slowly he lifted the lid, captured by the briefest puff of warm pastry smell, before licking his lips. He still faced the problem of which to eat first, as unfortunately shoving them all in his mouth at once would be both impossible, and a crime to the wonderful food. His sigh was one of depressed defeat, and so torn was he that Asa had to actually lift his head. With that movement, he could actually look across the table, and for the first time he realized that he wasn't alone.
Apparently by accident he'd slid into an already occupied booth, and realizing this his eyes widened even as the lid snapped down onto his food. Whether it was his fingers slipping in surprise, or some strange pastry possessiveness, he refused to dwell on. "Oh dear. You ah...Well, this appears to be your table. Funny that, hey?" He coughed and smiled bashfully, hoping to convey his apology better through his expression than through his obviously unapologetic words.
tag; Selina Taylor