[Dustin critically studies the ramen - or maybe he's just letting his face hover over his bowl so the steam can defrost his nose and cheeks. Maybe it's a little bit of both. The smell of hot spices carries from this distance, too, which Dustin isn't going to protest. His sinuses could do with being flushed.]
Whatever works.
[The chopsticks almost don't. It's not that Dustin's never used chopsticks before, but rather, the ones his muscle memory is attuned for are...factory standard. These very much are not. He fumbles with them for a second, looking momentarily peeved, before his fingers untangle enough to pinch a clump of noodles.]
[Back to business.]
Alright, I'm here. Continue. [Dustin shovels a small, but still larger than desired, bundle of ramen noodles into his mouth.]
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Whatever works.
[The chopsticks almost don't. It's not that Dustin's never used chopsticks before, but rather, the ones his muscle memory is attuned for are...factory standard. These very much are not. He fumbles with them for a second, looking momentarily peeved, before his fingers untangle enough to pinch a clump of noodles.]
[Back to business.]
Alright, I'm here. Continue. [Dustin shovels a small, but still larger than desired, bundle of ramen noodles into his mouth.]