[and then i got covid >_< it's been a week, i tell you. sorry for the delay!
Ming Yi seemed to use these with such ease, Neuvillette had thought he'd simply be able to pick them up and mimic what he was doing well enough. That had obviously failed miserably. Neuvillette doesn't seem at all bothered or flustered as Ming Yi steps into his space and helps maneuver the chopsticks in his hand to be held correctly. Both of them have long, elegant fingers, his own slender hands not so different from Ming Yi's. His focus is intense as he watches and then attempts to move the two sticks. It's still slightly clumsy but passable and with more practice he shouldn't struggle too much.]
I assume these have a name? What are they called where you're from?
I'm only familiar with knives, forks and spoons - of varying sizes, of course, depending on what one is eating.
[He tilts his head, neutral expression bordering on concern as what Ming Yi has said soaks in.] They don't remember? That is... odd. As is our sudden arrival to this place. Wherever we are.
[He reaches forward, struggling to pick up a dumpling. It practically looks like he's going to glare it between the chopsticks his gaze is so intense, but he eventually does manage to get a decent hold of one dumpling and then two more, transferring them to his plate.]
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Date: 10 Jan 2024 02:28 am (UTC)Ming Yi seemed to use these with such ease, Neuvillette had thought he'd simply be able to pick them up and mimic what he was doing well enough. That had obviously failed miserably. Neuvillette doesn't seem at all bothered or flustered as Ming Yi steps into his space and helps maneuver the chopsticks in his hand to be held correctly. Both of them have long, elegant fingers, his own slender hands not so different from Ming Yi's. His focus is intense as he watches and then attempts to move the two sticks. It's still slightly clumsy but passable and with more practice he shouldn't struggle too much.]
I assume these have a name? What are they called where you're from?
I'm only familiar with knives, forks and spoons - of varying sizes, of course, depending on what one is eating.
[He tilts his head, neutral expression bordering on concern as what Ming Yi has said soaks in.] They don't remember? That is... odd. As is our sudden arrival to this place. Wherever we are.
[He reaches forward, struggling to pick up a dumpling. It practically looks like he's going to glare it between the chopsticks his gaze is so intense, but he eventually does manage to get a decent hold of one dumpling and then two more, transferring them to his plate.]