[Grey remains quiet and sour faced throughout the proceedings. Being out and about is putting him on edge- he half expects every random person they pass by to reveal themselves as an enemy. At least getting to clean up a bit more helps him feel, if not more human, at least like he passes for more human. He isn't properly shaken out of his broody stupor until they finally sit down to eat, and Manabu starts blatantly stuffing his face.

He's taken aback enough that it slows down his own eating speed, leaving Grey picking lightly at his own food in between giving Manabu concerned looks, half-expecting the other man to start choking at any moment. Miraculously, this doesn't happen and Manabu gathers enough breath to... comment on how Grey holds his utensils?

Grey glances down at his hands, at the fork he holds hovering over some hashbrowns, then gives Manabu a haughty frown.]

I made sure to learn proper table manners when I was younger.

[Unlike certain SAVAGES vacuuming up their omurice.

Of course, technically it was Rezo who was careful to learn and Grey just inherited that knowledge, but. Nevertheless.]

I can handle a formal dining situation if necessary. Though I wonder how well you would do.