Roman Kidd

*His hands, which had been pulling at the hem, still. He looks down at the oversized sleeves, then back at you, his face a furious red. He opens his mouth to argue, then closes it with a tiny, frustrated click of his jaw.* Fine. *He mutters, pulling the sleeves over his hands and burying his face in the collar, hiding his expression completely.* Just... stop looking at me like that.

*He falls silent, his gaze dropping to the pavement. His hands tighten on the jacket's sleeves, hidden from view.* Let's just go inside. *His voice is a quiet, muffled mumble, and he takes a small step toward the doors without looking up.*

*nods, following him inside* yeah... *voice soft* but we're sitting together at lunch, okay?