The rat gave a soft sigh. He knew that he was not the best a showing what he felt. He liked the guirl a lot. It just seemed that no matter what he always said the wrong thing to her but what did she expect from a guy like himself. He now hoped that she was not mad at him again because of what he said. “ uhh. I do have a reason actualy. well you see I have this thing about eating more then once a day. If I do I makes me think that I am going to get fat. “ he said. He was not ashamed to tell her that. He just did not want her to think that he was calling her fat by saying that. His tail moved from side to side under the table. He never had been the kind to speak his mind anyhow . He liked her as a friend but was not sure if she felt the same way. Maybe he should say something. No that will not work out to well for him .

(Derp, sorry for the HUGE wait >_<)

The female rat cocked her head.
"Well, that's rare. A guy who worries excessively about weight," she said, smiling slightly.
"Might not have been the nicest thing to say...well, he's gotta learn some sense if I can get it into him."
She took another bite of her sandwich, swallowed that, and set it down.
"Look. If you're worried about getting fat, exercise. Eating only once a day is very unhealthy. I'm surprised you're not very skinny. How long have you been doing this?"
It wasn't a question, really, so she continued almost immediately.
"If you want help with keeping a schedule of some sort, I have the time for that, I suppose. I could help you exercise, if you'll eat properly."

What was this anyways? She didn't care about this sort of thing...ever. Well, that wasn't true. But it was certainly a rare thing. This Ganderfoot was a little...pathetic in her eyes, but that did not mean he wasn't worth helping. She could make him a better person, or try, if he would let her.
But really...
"Rebecca, what the fuck do you think you're doing? You don't have experience with this. The only one you ever loved...the only relationship you ever had, if it could be called that...you screwed that up so badly you don't even know how it kept going. You got used. You don't trust people. This isn't...normal. What, I repeat, ARE YOU DOING?!"

Her face had stayed blank except a furrowing of brows during the few seconds those thoughts took, and she grabbed her coffee, wrapping her paws around it and holding it to her lips but not drinking.
She set it down again and addressed the other rat.
"Ganderfoot, let me help you. Being healthy feels good. Don't you want to feel good?"
Of course, she knew what else would feel good, but she shoved those thoughts away once again, yelling at herself now.
"Just stop it. You don't have to be so dirty-minded, especially when you're trying to help people. Just stop."
Rebecca put a genuine smile on her face, then picked up her coffee again and drank a bit, waiting for him to say something.

( I do not mind )


Gandefoot watched the female for a second. He did not expect her to react in such a way to his comment. He did not see that he had a problem. The only reason that he was not super skinny was the fact that he did not do much. He most at Around building model cars and planes or reading. And it partly his parents fault for telling him constantly that he should eat less. He now listened to her speak. Well so much for trying to flirt with her. Maybe his dad was right when he said that he was nothing but a failure. No he could not let those thoughts come into his mind now. That would just make his situation worse.


Hum now she was saying that she could help him get a proper exercise plan going. Okay he was bad off but really not that bad right ? He could feel himself getting mad but he did not show it. It would not due for him to get mad. “ of courses I want to feel good. It is just that when you have parent who would constantly tell you that you were fat then you kind of start to believe it.” he said giving a slight smile. He was not proud but he trying to keep his temper at bay. That was not easy to do.

Rebecca shook her head, memories flashing back of how incompetent her's had been, how lazy and uncaring.
"You don't have to listen to your parents all the time. They can be wrong. They can be wrong about a lot of things. You're not fat. And nothing is wrong with you, but something could become wrong with you. The older you get the harder it is to keep healthy and fit."
His parents probably weren't as bad as her's...or even close. But the fact that they would tell their son he was fat constantly...that wasn't right. She knew that much.
The female rat took another sip of her coffee, then quickly finished her sandwich. She knew she should go slowly in order to prolong their time here, but...she didn't seem to be getting anywhere. And she did have a a work schedule.

Speaking of which, she took out her phone and checked the time. Well, still almost thirty minutes before she'd need to leave here...so she was good. He'd have to get back on his own, unless they started walking now, but...she figured he could do that.
After a moment she spoke again. "I'm just trying to help. I don't help people often...I've got the time, any money that's needed...and I'm offering. You should take advantage of it before it disappears..."
With a shrug, she took a doughnut and bit off a chunk. She didn't mean to sound rude or mean or even snobby, but...it was true. Her helping with anything was not...common. At all. And he needed to take advantage of it if he didn't want to lose the opportunity. She wasn't patient about those sorts of things.

gander foot did not mean to bring up bad memories for her. His parent were the kind who just insulted him all of the time. Other then that they were okay. He listened to her talk now. He hide his temper though so that she would not see he was mad. He knew that he did not make a good impression on her. But what could one expect from someone who was lazy and immature. “ yeah I know. You know what I would like you help. I do want to get in shape” he said. A thought passed threw his mind though. If there was anything that he would be able to help her with he would do it no questions asked. He really felt kind of bad that he was not what she expected . He was trying though he really was. It just seemed that no matter what he said it turned out to be wrong. He did not want to make her late or waste her time either. But what could he do to make her see that he actually did want to get to know her/ heh because there was no way he would ever tell her that.