[The silence and slow chewing make him a little antsy, so he shifts his weight from one foot to another and flicks his tail behind him.
The sports metaphor soars far over Asato's head, and he's prepared to try asking again in the hope that he'll get a more straightforward answer. Dave continues before he can figure out what exactly he wants to ask, though. At that smile, Asato's ears perk up as his own expression brightens, the wary tension disappearing in a heartbeat. He's probably more glad about someone liking a fruit that he should be--but with that kind of build-up right before, it's almost inevitable.]
You like it? I'm glad. [And with that, he turns to grab another one from his pile.] Here, take another.
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The sports metaphor soars far over Asato's head, and he's prepared to try asking again in the hope that he'll get a more straightforward answer. Dave continues before he can figure out what exactly he wants to ask, though. At that smile, Asato's ears perk up as his own expression brightens, the wary tension disappearing in a heartbeat. He's probably more glad about someone liking a fruit that he should be--but with that kind of build-up right before, it's almost inevitable.]
You like it? I'm glad. [And with that, he turns to grab another one from his pile.] Here, take another.