( He does technically manage to catch it. It slips out of his hand once, goes bouncing up into the air, slips out of his other hand, and winds up cradled against his chest like a newborn baby before he manages to secure it, but he does catch it. Once physics stops fighting him, he takes it in hand and holds it up to get a proper look at it in the light.
Definitely not the kind of fruit they sell at the gas station.
Mostly because they don't sell any fruit at the gas station, but this thing is incredible.
He's not normally a huge advocate of eating after people he barely knows, but... come on, how often do you get the chance to bite a crystal apple? He has to admit, it's tempting.
In the end, he figures it's probably safer to gently set the thing down at the foot of the tree before he follows — just in case it's like a big, significant... religious... fruit... situation. He'd hate to be That Guy.
He catches up and falls into step right on time for the question, and follows Kyle's sight line onward toward his own domain. )
Yeah. ( Which sounds only faintly embarrassed. Probably not as much as he should if we're being realistic, but it's there a little all the same. Can you blame him? Comparatively speaking, he feels a little bit like he did as a kid, walking into class with a duct-taped backpack and Social Services donated clothes two sizes too big — just to sit down next to the rich kid.
Despite that, he still sounds light and easygoing when he speaks again. ) I think you just gentrified me.
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Definitely not the kind of fruit they sell at the gas station.
Mostly because they don't sell any fruit at the gas station, but this thing is incredible.
He's not normally a huge advocate of eating after people he barely knows, but... come on, how often do you get the chance to bite a crystal apple? He has to admit, it's tempting.
In the end, he figures it's probably safer to gently set the thing down at the foot of the tree before he follows — just in case it's like a big, significant... religious... fruit... situation. He'd hate to be That Guy.
He catches up and falls into step right on time for the question, and follows Kyle's sight line onward toward his own domain. )
Yeah. ( Which sounds only faintly embarrassed. Probably not as much as he should if we're being realistic, but it's there a little all the same. Can you blame him? Comparatively speaking, he feels a little bit like he did as a kid, walking into class with a duct-taped backpack and Social Services donated clothes two sizes too big — just to sit down next to the rich kid.
Despite that, he still sounds light and easygoing when he speaks again. ) I think you just gentrified me.