[Hey, you try getting that first whiff of putrid meat blown at you full force by the releasing of trapped air. You'd be scrunching your nose up too.
And leaving it scrunched up because even after she's taken the bag from his hands he can still smell it, as if it's taken up permanent residence within his sinuses and is going to haunt him for the rest of time.]
Maybe I have something.
[He doubts anything he has is in much better shape than her offerings, but it was worth a shot. And so he's reaching for his pack without a second though, pulling it open and searching the contents or anything even the slightest bit more edible.
Two sticks of gum. A shard of a broken mirror. A packet of noodles that look dry and flavorless. But at least they're not at they're not quite as far gone as the chips or the jerky. So he presents them to her, along with the sticks of gum. Just in case she'd like to get the taste of those chips out of her mouth.]
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And leaving it scrunched up because even after she's taken the bag from his hands he can still smell it, as if it's taken up permanent residence within his sinuses and is going to haunt him for the rest of time.]
Maybe I have something.
[He doubts anything he has is in much better shape than her offerings, but it was worth a shot. And so he's reaching for his pack without a second though, pulling it open and searching the contents or anything even the slightest bit more edible.
Two sticks of gum. A shard of a broken mirror. A packet of noodles that look dry and flavorless. But at least they're not at they're not quite as far gone as the chips or the jerky. So he presents them to her, along with the sticks of gum. Just in case she'd like to get the taste of those chips out of her mouth.]