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patting his back in attempt to.. comfort.
“you’ll be fine, i’m already thinking of
what to make for lunch. be ready to
help me cook.” more servings, more work ﹗
because he cooked too little breakfast! he's already injured and tired with an ache in his back and now he has to deal with the fact he's still hungry?
slumped against the table. whiiiine. "bein' here is torture."
grumble, grumble. the injuries and exhaustion from his mission made it feel like too much of a chore ... plus, he'd bleed all over faxon's couch. does he want that? ( 😒 )
https://t.co/UvXa1YNDg1 THE MEDIA IS SILENCING US FILIPINOS. THE POLICE WERE PERMITTED TO SHOOT DURING A PROTEST. THEY EVEN BROUGHT OUT TANKS.
PEOPLE GOT HURT AND KILLED. STUDENTS, CHILDREN, INNOCENT BYSTANDERS.
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scoffing, using towel to pat his own
face dry. glaring the entire time. “you
deserved to get stuck in the rain.”
now extending arm to toss the towel
atop the lantern’s head, trying to contain
the mess.
stares at the towel for a moment before he starts shaking himself dry like a dog instead, water droplets practically flicking over to the other.
"now it's a mess," he says after, grinning wide.