[Kieren can't decide whether or not to be offended. On the one hand, it's good, it's got to be good, that Snaf doesn't respond with disgust. It's what Kieren expects from everyone even now, and when he doesn't get it, it's usually a tight knot of relief in his belly.]
[On the other hand, the utter lack of interest pricks at him. He thinks he might actually be angry, not because he thinks he's special enough that everyone should be interested in him, but because in a way he was expecting this reaction from Snaf, too. The detachment. He doesn't, in this moment, like being proven right. It's disturbing.]
[Not to mention incorrect. His expression shifts imperceptibly, hardens, a touch of that same steel that meant so little to Snafu before.]
I am, actually.
[He doesn't elaborate on this. Just sits down cross-legged on the floor with his hands folded in his lap.]
spam;
[On the other hand, the utter lack of interest pricks at him. He thinks he might actually be angry, not because he thinks he's special enough that everyone should be interested in him, but because in a way he was expecting this reaction from Snaf, too. The detachment. He doesn't, in this moment, like being proven right. It's disturbing.]
[Not to mention incorrect. His expression shifts imperceptibly, hardens, a touch of that same steel that meant so little to Snafu before.]
I am, actually.
[He doesn't elaborate on this. Just sits down cross-legged on the floor with his hands folded in his lap.]