Kenta had a similar wide eyed reaction, though his was paired with a cherry blush, and he looked away from the kid, scratching the back of his head nervously with his newly freed hand. Normally he might have told the kid to beat it, but he was a guest here so he bit his tongue. Shay would likely handle that anyway. Besides, can't give the brat the satisfaction if I stutter He thought.
"Go away, Jerry, you're being rude," Shay snapped, wishing she could better hide her anger. The kid giggled, making kissy faces at the two of them before he turned and limped back to the tv. It was making Shay wish she'd never brought Kenta in here, or in her home.
She turned sharply and walked back out to the main hall and into the kitchen, which was luckily empty as of right now. "This is the kitchen and dining room." Like the rest of the house, this space was tidy and stocked well. "Erm... did you want something to eat?"
He followed her closely, shaking off his embarrassment as they went. When she showed him the kitchen, he was more or less back to normal. He smiled at her and shook his head. "No thanks, Shay-shay." He wasn't too hungry. He still had a weird feeling in his stomach from that kids words. He didn't understand the feeling, but knew it wasn't hunger. He tried to shrug it off though. It was settling at least. "The kitchen is nice too though..." He seemed to be thinking about something, but shook it off mumbling 'maybe next time'.
"What are you mumbling about?" Shay was hyper sensitive to everything happening around her. She was totally out of her element, and it had her on high alert. She noticed he still seemed distracted, even when it was hidden behind a smile. "You're not still thinking about what Jerry said, are you? He's a real brat."
Kenta sighed and smirked. "No point lying to you, so yeah, a little, but thats not what I was mumbling about... Laetus was teaching me to cook last time we hung out. I... didn't do well though. I was thinking about the possibility of cooking something but... Maybe not today."
"Oh," Shay was relieved to hear he was mumbling about cooking and not something incomprehensible to her. "You shouldn't think about what Jerry says. He doesn't know what he's talking about."
By nervous habit, Shay paced to the other side of the kitchen and opened the fridge, peering inside. "I can make pancakes, but that's basically it."
He followed her. "Laetus wanted to make it fun for me, so he started with desserts. I... tended to burn them though." He let out a nervous laugh.
Shay felt him close by and it made her wish the kitchen was bigger and allowed for more pacing. She turned and looked at him. She was actually panicking now. What was she supposed to do?
"You..."
"Me..?" He tilted his head. "Shay-shay, are you... ok?" He asked, confused.
"I just... Maybe this wasn't a good idea." Here, in her place. One of her only places and now he was in it. She couldn't breathe. "Maybe -- could you go? I'm sorry, but you should go." She looked at her feet.