[ with somewhat of a clatter, heine sits down opposite her with a fork caught between his teeth. ]

Provocation? I don't know. Being an idiot, I guess.

[ he mumbles most of that, barely taking the utensil out of his mouth before talking and resting his chin on his hand. he's the worst at being a good dinner partner. ]

I guess so. There's some real weirdos around here.

[ heine avoids most of them, himself. ]

There's another guy with a last name like yours.

[ it be exactly like hers, actually. ]