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Bornes shifted his weight, slightly uncomfortably. "Oh."

He was moreso uncomfortable because he hadn't seen that one coming, rather than the act itself.
"I... Wouldn't have pegged you as the type."

He turned around started to nervously doublecheck his side of the room, with the cabinets. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't want to keep staring at Isiah, even though he knew Isiah couldn't see his eyes through the sunglasses.

"I know they aren't," he said softly, still trying to needlessly look through the cabinets.
Bornes tail was normally held in a semi-upright position, and had been wagging every now and then as he bent over looking through the cabinets again. But when the relationship question got turned around, it immediately became stiff, then fell limp between his legs. He went to his knees, his hands straining against open cabinet doors.

"I..." He hesitated, trying to think of a response that didn't sound like utter s**t. "Moved around too much. It would have been a job hazard anyway..."

The truth was too embarrassing. He wasn't a virgin, he just... Happened to wave a lot of money around at women. And he wasn't exactly too attracted to them. But he couldn't deny having sex with them was fun enough.

He didn't even know why he felt uncomfortable around Isiah about it-- he'd never been embarrassed before.

He sighed, glad the subject was changed. As he stood and turned around again, he shoved his sunglasses up on his face some more while his tail began to wave idly, resuming its normal behavior.

"It's fine. I'm sure we can put a dent in some of these things. We do have to eat today, after all." He looked toward Isiah's findings.

"And what is it that you'd want to eat first?"

He watched Isiah pass him and then bent over to smell the spam, grimacing slightly.
"They used to feed us this at the academy," he grunted.

"And you want to eat it now?" He hmphed, turning away. If they had such a wealth of supplies, why bother eating crap?

Bornes grunted. "No thanks," and turned, going to Isiah's side of the kitchen and looking through his cans. He opened the tuna, and began to pour it into his mouth. He finished the whole can quickly and set it aside, looking for what else he had found.

Tomato soup. That wasn't too bad. But the can didn't have a handle on it, so he resorted to looking around for a pocket knife. He couldn't find one.

"Do you have a switchblade?" he asked, soup still in his hand. Maybe it was in the bag.
He turned outside to go out of the kitchen and toward the duffle bag.

Bornes was stopped and had his can opened. "Thank you--" He was taken aback by Isiah's way of opening bottles.

"Doesn't that.... Hurt?" He asked. Opening a bottle with his eye socket??

He quirked a brow, and after a silence, sipped his soup. Then he chugged it and when he finished, he wiped the soup off his face onto his black sleeve, tossing the can behind him and walking toward the fridge.

He opened the refrigerator and got out a beer, opening it and sipping it slightly. He immediately grimaced, but kept drinking anyway.

He didn't know why this day was sucking so much for him, but Bornes had a feeling today would just be "one of those days" so he'd better do somethign to lessen the hurt.