Sometimes, one of the best things about being classified as ‘undead’, was the fact that Jasper didn’t need to do certain things – like breathe, or blink – they were things he mostly did out of habit, since he had been required to breathe for most of his thirty-odd years of life. But they were also things he could avoid doing at no cost to his own wellbeing, which made staring down his sister all the more fun. He did have to remind himself to breathe, sticking his tongue out a little and biting the tip as his lips curved up into a playful smile; albeit one with a self-satisfied air to it. He was totally going to win this, it was just a matter of time!
Unfortunately, the waiter took that moment to come back, asking if they were done with their meals – Jasper was – but he broke the man’s concentration and Jasper’s gaze faltered as he shifted his attention to the waiter, blinking blankly. “Oh!” he bit back the curse he had been so close to dropping, and waved his hand so that the waiter could take his empty plate and whatever Arya didn’t want any more. Then he glared at the back of the waiter, his gaze intense so the man looked back, and Jasper lifted his eyebrows. The waiter scurried away, and Jasper snorted. “Some people have no respect for quality sibling rivalry.” He said turning his attention back to Arya.
“Did you want to get dessert?” Jasper wasn’t interested in any sweets, but he would order something if Arya wanted to get something. Not that there was a huge array on the menu. “Not much point in being adults if we can’t enjoy ourselves,” he added, referring back to her objection to their staring contest. Which she had won, damn that waiter. Well, not next time! Next time Jasper would win! He had, at least, managed to divert her from all things romance. So maybe he had won, in a way.
Unfortunately, the waiter took that moment to come back, asking if they were done with their meals – Jasper was – but he broke the man’s concentration and Jasper’s gaze faltered as he shifted his attention to the waiter, blinking blankly. “Oh!” he bit back the curse he had been so close to dropping, and waved his hand so that the waiter could take his empty plate and whatever Arya didn’t want any more. Then he glared at the back of the waiter, his gaze intense so the man looked back, and Jasper lifted his eyebrows. The waiter scurried away, and Jasper snorted. “Some people have no respect for quality sibling rivalry.” He said turning his attention back to Arya.
“Did you want to get dessert?” Jasper wasn’t interested in any sweets, but he would order something if Arya wanted to get something. Not that there was a huge array on the menu. “Not much point in being adults if we can’t enjoy ourselves,” he added, referring back to her objection to their staring contest. Which she had won, damn that waiter. Well, not next time! Next time Jasper would win! He had, at least, managed to divert her from all things romance. So maybe he had won, in a way.
