Watching Jackson enter the kitchen, Onin offered up a seat at the table. After a minute, he lifted his head and noticed the other backing away. Onin rolled his eyes, knowing the other was going to do his best to avoid him all together. “Oh, relax. I’m not going to do anything to you right now. Im done for the day.” He informed as he finished up the meal. “Unless you decide not to eat, then I’ll have to force feed you.” The man added. He wasn’t going to constantly batter, bruise, and abuse Jackson. That would grow boring. He wanted his actions to be a surprise.<br/><br/>Piling Jackson’s food onto a plate, he set it down on the table before pointing at the meal. “Eat. It’s good.” Onin raised both brows. “I didn’t poison anything, either. What fun would that be?” Onin spike honestly. He fixed up a second plate before setting that beside Jackson’s. “Sadie, your food is done!” He called aloud. Lastly, Onin fixed up his own plate and sat at the far end of the table; giving enough space between Jackson and him so the other wouldn’t feel obligated to take off running. “You’re eating in here, too. I don’t care if it’s on the floor, as long as the food remains here.”<br/><br/>Onin had issues with things being misplaced. He hated germs and hated anything that wasn’t organized; another reason why he had Jackson shower after getting as messy as he had been.