[between the words and the space cain gives him tobias takes that as an open invitation to dig into the bag with his super useful human hands and unearth the mentioned cinnamon bun.
he stills for a moment to just. savor the smell of it, eyes closing in something akin to rapture. when he finally does bring himself to take a bite it's a small one, and the faintest edges of a smile manage to find traction on his face as he chews. several more small, darting bites quickly follow.
in no time at all the only thing left of the cinnamon bun is the sticky residue of the frosting on tobias' fingers.]
i like that this is tobias' smiling icon, like does it even count
he stills for a moment to just. savor the smell of it, eyes closing in something akin to rapture. when he finally does bring himself to take a bite it's a small one, and the faintest edges of a smile manage to find traction on his face as he chews. several more small, darting bites quickly follow.
in no time at all the only thing left of the cinnamon bun is the sticky residue of the frosting on tobias' fingers.]