Re: Kit/Mari/Dinah/Cris: the convenience store
He was. Side-eying, largely because Dinah looked as though if he looked at her straight-on, she'd bolt. It wasn't personal, Kit understood, but it still meant his own natural inclination toward shyness rammed into a wall of someone else's discomfort at his presence. He heard the absence of a similar diminutive tacked on to the exchange with Dinah, and he looked at Cris who had the kind of masculinity that took up room and that Kit would never emulate, even had he the balls to try. He wasn't, if it wasn't obvious, a fuck you guy. But he hadn't the need to be. Nor did he necessarily think it of the man, simply a stolid presence that stood tall.
Kit rather admired it.
"I was waiting to see if there were fangs," Kit obliged, dryly to the tease. "The food smells incredible, but I thought I'd see if crumbs were left after the others had finished." Gravely. As if it were a possibility. "I'm sure they'd be delicious crumbs."