Curate, connect, and discover
Will studiously watches Hannibal’s hands and mouth, one eyebrow twitching upwards. With one last dubious look at both the food and his companion, he mimicked the process. Crack the shell, pull it out, scrape the top, et cetera. He pauses before pressing his lips to the tip of his morsel and then pushing the food all the way into his mouth, a little slowly. It is, of course, delicious.
He swallows. “Alright.”
// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."
“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”