[Considering the amount of food on that tray? It's easy for things to go unnoticed. The Psiioniic has promptly decided he won't let something like this slip him by again. There's hardly any prompt needed for him to lean from his chair, nearly falling onto Dualscar's lap as he does so. One hand is absently braced against the table to keep himself steady, but he doesn't pay it much mind.]
[What has his attention is that perfect thing in Dualscar's hand.]
[He wraps his fingers around the others wrist as he bends his head down. Teeth bared, he sinks them into the orange flesh and outright moans at the taste which floods his mouth. Swallowing, he pulls back dazedly only to go back in as his tongue darts out to drag against Dualscar's skin where juice drips down his wrist.]
I MIGHT HAVE SUSPECTED AS SUCH...
[What has his attention is that perfect thing in Dualscar's hand.]
[He wraps his fingers around the others wrist as he bends his head down. Teeth bared, he sinks them into the orange flesh and outright moans at the taste which floods his mouth. Swallowing, he pulls back dazedly only to go back in as his tongue darts out to drag against Dualscar's skin where juice drips down his wrist.]
[Nearly on his lap? Try 'definitely' now.]