[Three. Four. Five. He's counting each and every chip down in his head, desperately trying to decide on what would be an appropriate and reasonable number at which to stop forcing himself to eat the putrid things -
- Only to land squarely on six, because he's relatively sure chips are not supposed to be dark green or contain fur.]
Yeah. Sounds like a good idea.
[Because there is no way he's eating any more of those chips. Reaching across to where she's placed the bag of jerky, he takes a deep breath before pulling the bag open, nose promptly scrunching up as the over powering smell of dried, expired meat reaches his nostrils. That starving to death thing is sound better all the time.]
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- Only to land squarely on six, because he's relatively sure chips are not supposed to be dark green or contain fur.]
Yeah. Sounds like a good idea.
[Because there is no way he's eating any more of those chips. Reaching across to where she's placed the bag of jerky, he takes a deep breath before pulling the bag open, nose promptly scrunching up as the over powering smell of dried, expired meat reaches his nostrils. That starving to death thing is sound better all the time.]