@wearexmen | continued from x
All he wanted was ONE fry. He didn’t need to order his own side of them. Even if he’d received the warning, he figured he could get away with it. Jean was a good person, right? The moment he went to eat it, he felt his own hand betray him with her mind pulling it in the other direction. For as strong as he was, he knew he couldn’t fight against her telekinesis when it came down to it --- well, without causing a scene. After all, they were just going to see a movie. It wasn’t some fight in the Danger Room. Yet, his competitive side always got the better of him. He fought against the pull until the fry was gone. Not wanting to give up that easily, his lips pursed and he went to steal another before Jean began her taunting.
With the strawberry shoved in his face, he had half a mind to say something, but just sort of matched her smirk with his own thought it was coupled with a look at said it all. He raised the hand that was already halfway to stealing another fry, fingers brushing against her hand as he gently took her wrist in his grasp. Forget mind powers. He simply pulled her to guide the strawberry into his mouth. He bit it, slowly pulling it off the fork and eating it while still holding onto her hand. After he was done, his lips curled up into a smile with bared pearly whites to match the condescending expression. Behind red shades, he was looking right into her eyes as his other hand joined in lightly holding onto hers. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the top of her hand.
“I’m not romantic?”