Teru's lips quirked as he ate. Height was a supreme tactical advantage, but he knew that in and of itself wouldn't appeal to Mob.

Maybe...when the sun went down...

Teru pinched his own cheek. Appealing to Mob wasn't the focus here.

When he looked back to Mob, ready to go into his game plan, he ended up huffing with slight laughter instead. There was already a smear of sauce on the other boy's cheek. "You're kind of a messy eater."