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( as he cracks open the lid for
one small sauce cup, he's pouring a
good amount onto the interesting
food he's never eaten before until now .แ )
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( then he takes a bit . . .
tasty .แ now he wants to try the spicy
one -- * ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ as wade had put
it .
. . .
YEEOOWCH .แ )
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( this gunslinger accepts the napkins
as eagerly an old man being offered candy
while he has no teeth . not with sprunk,
but hey .แ he'll . . . let them splay themselves
across his lap . )
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' you got fromage .แฃ
gah lee . '
( the words just spill from his mouth .
he's -- astonished with the casualness
of the other . where he's from, it'd be
a little harder to achieve such foods . . . )
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' thank you . . . '
( he holds the wrapped chimichanga .
and . . . he's stuck . not exactly . he
rips off the foil just a bit, but he digs
into the chimichanga with grubby gloved
fingers ! )
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' appreciate it . '
( a tilt of his brim . really .แฃ how much
more clichรฉ can this guy get .แ oh well .
he's acting like a curious puppy eying
that plastic bag . )
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( spawn doesn't bother to move
from where he's sitting . he's not rude --
to an extent . but it's an unfamiliar
environment . it's odd, weird, and he'd
rather stay where he's already comfortable . )
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