[It's definitely a loaded question, one that makes Accelerator frown and click his tongue. No, Endo hasn't been wrong about very much, which is honestly impressive given how short of a time they've known each other, it's just a combination of his skeptical nature and surly personality that makes him want to be a little combative. At least this is only lunch. It isn't actually a big deal whether it's good or bad. Logically speaking, it has a better chance of being good, since an upscale restaurant such as this isn't going to get away with serving people garbage for absurd prices.
Liking dessert seems harder to believe, since he isn't really a sweets kind of person, but he'll try it.
So he's quiet, handing his menu over, giving their surroundings another scan as Endo chats with the waitress. They seem to be getting along, though the mention of the arm sends a pang of guilt through him, making him curl his lips and awkwardly try to keep his attention on anything else. His focus only snaps back to Endo when the waitress leaves.]
About -?
[It takes him a second to clue in as to what - who - Endo is talking about about. When it clicks in his brain he blinks a few times, turning and glancing at the back of the waitress quickly, then back at Endo, at a total loss. Is this normal conversation for boys his age?? Not once has he ever felt any kind of attraction towards girls. Those kinds of feelings have always felt beyond him, and he's never had any motivation to reach for them. Girls are just girls, that's it.
So how is he supposed to respond to this? Well, it's Endo asking him, and thanks to their (horrifyingly embarrassing) conversation the other day he's got an idea of what his preferences are....
He sighs, reaching up to rub his temples.]
I don't think waitresses make that much money.
[A generic comment about her attractiveness based on popular societal beauty standards would be a bit much, so he decides to focus on the part of Endo's dating habits that would likely cause problems. That seems a lot more reasonable, in his mind.]
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Liking dessert seems harder to believe, since he isn't really a sweets kind of person, but he'll try it.
So he's quiet, handing his menu over, giving their surroundings another scan as Endo chats with the waitress. They seem to be getting along, though the mention of the arm sends a pang of guilt through him, making him curl his lips and awkwardly try to keep his attention on anything else. His focus only snaps back to Endo when the waitress leaves.]
About -?
[It takes him a second to clue in as to what - who - Endo is talking about about. When it clicks in his brain he blinks a few times, turning and glancing at the back of the waitress quickly, then back at Endo, at a total loss. Is this normal conversation for boys his age?? Not once has he ever felt any kind of attraction towards girls. Those kinds of feelings have always felt beyond him, and he's never had any motivation to reach for them. Girls are just girls, that's it.
So how is he supposed to respond to this? Well, it's Endo asking him, and thanks to their (horrifyingly embarrassing) conversation the other day he's got an idea of what his preferences are....
He sighs, reaching up to rub his temples.]
I don't think waitresses make that much money.
[A generic comment about her attractiveness based on popular societal beauty standards would be a bit much, so he decides to focus on the part of Endo's dating habits that would likely cause problems. That seems a lot more reasonable, in his mind.]