Kurt was so involved in his Chinese food that it was pretty easy to sneak up on him. Maybe he was a little bit jumpy about being caught----which... oh. Verdammt. He was caught.
He jerked his head around----oh... ooooooh, ow ow ow. Bad idea. His look of surprise was replaced with a look of dismay as pain shot down his neck and spine, and he had to carefully realign himself and gently turn his body ninety degrees in order to look at him. At Jean-Paul. Oh, dear.
So! He offered Jean-Paul a toothy grin (those teeth all nice and not pointy thanks to that impressive image inducer). Innocent. He licked a little bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth and offered up the little cardboard box. With a fork shoved in it, of course. Kurt's hands didn't maneuver chopsticks easily. The image inducer made it look like he had the normal human amount of fingers, except for the fact that it also looked like his fingers were paired off and stuck together.