Craig fixed a skeptical stare on the teen as the question passed his lips, he could tell he wasn’t actually questioning his meaning, it was obvious after all. He wondered if maybe he was just surprised to see Craig, they weren’t around each other often, much less holding conversations with each other- well this didn’t count as a conversation really. “Oh,” he said, examining the house as he walked through, his curiousity not showing through on his face,”that’s…annoying.” His dark brows and knitted together as he sought for a word, relaxing only when he found one suitable and he gave a slight sigh.
“Hello,” he said in response to the teen’s exclamation of surprise, he looked back eyebrows quirking upwards in amusement as Kevin explained things. ”American food?” He suppressed a snort of laughter, most of the foods dubbed American were just americanized versions of another culture’s staple. Craig looked around, “It is clean,” he commented finally, his house was never so fortunate. There was always a mess.
Craig smirked at the sigh, catching the tone of defeat. Though he had to admit it would have been kind of fun for the teen to raise hell about him just barging into his house. It was unfortunate for Kevin to have to deal with him at a moment of boredom, those times often led to purposeful instigation, and in this case any number of racial slurs.
“Raiding?” he asked though he recognized the word from Clyde’s vocabulary, “Soda’s cool.” Craig followed Kevin to the kitchen, resuming his subtle snooping. “Do you eat a lot of rice?”
Okay, so Craig Tucker is an insufferable ass. Kevin didn’t know what to make of him, nor the situation that had come to be. An afterthought had occurred somewhere in the small momentary pause—the very moment in which Kevin had ultimately decided it was best to bite his tongue than to continue retaliation of what was utterly distasteful—of how Clyde could hang around this guy without becoming irritated. Sure, they’d all spent time around each other in classes and in between, but never had Kevin been one-on-one with someone as intimidating as Craig. Sometimes it was an issue to keep up with Esther due to her explosive attitude, but this was different. He was… a calm force in general.
“Stop using the force.—And yeah, raiding. Not the raiding-for-loot kind, but to defeat a Boss that’ll take more than just a casual team size to accomplish. You need different character types and a ton of communication to pull it off successfully. Which is why I—,” Kevin paused; the sudden realization that he was babbling had hit hard. Some guys just weren’t into games and Kevin didn’t feel the need to step out into any sort of limelight when it came to gaming definitions and the like. He briefly lifted a hand, using the pads of his fingertips to knead along the back of his neck. “Soda, right.”
Kevin opened the fridge while Craig continued his ‘go-‘round’ of the Stoley kitchen, pulling out a can of Dr. Pepper and the half-gallon carton of milk. Of course, he wasted no time in holding out the soda to Craig, while his free hand rummaged for a bowl within a cabinet. “We eat rice, but not a lot of it. Mostly it’s served during special occasions—when mom and dad celebrate something great. Like mine and Esther’s birthdays, or when we perform well in a recital or a test in general.” And really, the list continued with holidays, or when relatives visited, or if the family felt like having a ‘traditional’ dinner.
But they weren’t completely Chinese. No. Nope.
With a lean, he retrieved a box of Sugar Smacks and began to pour the contents into the bowl; turned away from the slightly curious Craig. “Since Clyde isn’t here, what are you going to do?” In a way, Kevin wondered if he’d take his leave—he certainly wasn’t amusing enough to entertain someone, that was for sure.