The squeak of the crocs really accentuated Toru’s essence in this moment, or as others may call it, ‘The Big Mood’.
Relax, dude. You aren’t gonna die here.
Xe couldn’t help but see those… puppy dog eyes and cave under that gaze. …Clearly this was someone who just wanted to see another grown man crush a melon between their thighs. Nothing wrong with that.
So, Toru turned to grab the melon, making weird eye contact while he did so, with that one… focused eye… put the melon there…
…Prematurely lamented his sweat pants…
Like it took no effort at all…
“… Satisfied… with the results…?!”
Ahh. Xyr poor pants. The melon juice was covering them, and frankly.. maybe xe should have put a towel down first…
This was... a lot more violent than he had expected. The melon burst everywhere, and Moshe realized now why people thought it looked so impressive. He just about managed to avoid wincing.
Chin cupped, lips pursed, Moshe surveyed the scene. Then he started to clap at an awkwardly slow rhythm that sounded sarcastic but wasn’t.
“Thank you. That’s truly the best thing I’ve seen all week. I feel a little light-headed.”
The man crouched down on the ground and picked up a piece of the broken melon. Standing up again, he took a big bite out of it, juice dripping down his chin.
“Mm. Just reminds you of summer, doesn’t it? Oh, my name’s Moshe Kuronuma. I feel like I recognize you from somewhere. Do you do competitive sports?”