[ Tomura raises a brown, mouth twisting into an expression of exacerbated irritation and annoyance as Dito carries on with his pantomiming. Finally sighing, crossing his arms over his chest before pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache already coming on. ]

Fine. Whatever, I'll eat anything but you're fuckin' healing my lips when the skin spits around them and sores form from... Unless that's why you insist on making everything so damn hot all the time? You sick fuck, I swear thats a form of Munchausen's by proxy but whatever~

[ Waving a hand about as he bites back, just as viciously, just as playfully. #