Re: Crowd Outskirts: Conner/Donna
He watched her with the unnaturally blue eyes, unshielded by the kind of lens as a certain cousin had donned upon his arrival in the big city. It didn't occur to him to interrupt her as she babbled about dancing, and though he observed her thoughts tended to wander aloud, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He watched the expressions flicker across her face, her mouth move, and even the pores of her skin, with absent interest. His mind wandered too, thinking of party invitations and birthdays he couldn't remember.
"Three is a lot." It came to him that he should try to match her discussion of father and brothers with matching stories of his own, but abruptly he couldn't think of a single one. He hesitated, now looking down at his own plate and wondering if there was something in it to confuse--a rum frosting or white wine sauce or something. Conner had no idea how susceptible he might be to alcohol, and assumed a lot.
His eyebrows went up at the brave attack on the miniature kraken. Mouth twisting in disgust, he looked away from the chewing. Gross, man, seriously. "I guess everything tastes good with enough sauce."
He was still trying to remember something. A birthday, anything. Nothing would come forward, and his expression grew disconcerted. "I... don't feel great. All of a sudden." Was it the discussion of squid?