John pulled away from the offensive meat product with an expression of disgust.
"C'mon, I didn't shove food into your face, why are you doing it to me?" He asked, somewhat frustrated with the invasive interruption to his lunch. His lunch that was made at home with love, therefore it was superior in every way. "Get that junk away. Are you sure it's actually chicken? What if it's that 'fake meat' shit they have in the stores now? What if it's someone's pet? Maybe it's Buster's little rat-dog - OW!"
The boy grabbed at his kneecap where his cousin had kicked his heel into it sharply. "Dixie's not a rat, she's a pomeranian." Buster narrowed his eyes at him, "Now stop being a pussy and eat the chicken."
John swore under his breath for a moment and rubbed at his kneecap, making sure it was still in the right place. Then he muttered an apology for insulting the tiny dog and turned back to Celi. One of her brows lifted expectantly as she still held the food out to him, no doubt feeling as though he'd gotten what he'd deserved, considering the tiny upturn in the corner of her mouth.
He heaved a sigh in defeat. "Fine, if it'll make you happy."
He opened his mouth and allowed her to feed it to him, cringing a little when it first hit his tongue. As he chewed, however, he was surprised that not only did it have some flavor, it was actually pretty decent. Maybe if he was out in town with her, he might consider eating it again. Maybe. If his mom's cooking wasn't available and he was starving.
"It's not bad." He admitted once he'd swallowed it, "I guess not everything you eat is bland, tasteless garbage." But then he cut a piece of the hamburger steak and held it out to her. "Your turn. Eat something that tastes better."
"C'mon, I didn't shove food into your face, why are you doing it to me?" He asked, somewhat frustrated with the invasive interruption to his lunch. His lunch that was made at home with love, therefore it was superior in every way. "Get that junk away. Are you sure it's actually chicken? What if it's that 'fake meat' shit they have in the stores now? What if it's someone's pet? Maybe it's Buster's little rat-dog - OW!"
The boy grabbed at his kneecap where his cousin had kicked his heel into it sharply. "Dixie's not a rat, she's a pomeranian." Buster narrowed his eyes at him, "Now stop being a pussy and eat the chicken."
John swore under his breath for a moment and rubbed at his kneecap, making sure it was still in the right place. Then he muttered an apology for insulting the tiny dog and turned back to Celi. One of her brows lifted expectantly as she still held the food out to him, no doubt feeling as though he'd gotten what he'd deserved, considering the tiny upturn in the corner of her mouth.
He heaved a sigh in defeat. "Fine, if it'll make you happy."
He opened his mouth and allowed her to feed it to him, cringing a little when it first hit his tongue. As he chewed, however, he was surprised that not only did it have some flavor, it was actually pretty decent. Maybe if he was out in town with her, he might consider eating it again. Maybe. If his mom's cooking wasn't available and he was starving.
"It's not bad." He admitted once he'd swallowed it, "I guess not everything you eat is bland, tasteless garbage." But then he cut a piece of the hamburger steak and held it out to her. "Your turn. Eat something that tastes better."