[ HIS snack appearifies immediately overhead to plop onto the waiting table of dave's palm, and all of the sudden the entire room is awash in the delectable aroma of pizza. that turtle's pizza map has been put to only the greatest use. ]
Funny you should ask. Just so happens I got a feast on my hands, and I'm feeling a mite magnanimous. Get that maw unhinged, bro.
[ of course he didn’t flashes through his mind like quicksilver, but it’s followed, as ever, by the guilt; sharp barbs wearing down with time, their bite sinking just a little less deep each time he remembers those once-in-a-blue-moon occasions that bro fucking strider actually tried.
(turntables under tiny hands, a feast of chinese take-out arrayed around the tv like a shrine so they may pick at it while they played the xbox to its inevitable heat death) ]
What can I say? I hate owing time anything, anyway. Here, look, it comes with dipping sauces and shit.
[ he hops off his desk perch so the pizza box can take his seat instead. ]
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[ He takes a swig. It is refreshing. Despite being sick of this stuff, he still loves it. It's a strange relationship. ]
Where is YOUR snack, man?
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Funny you should ask. Just so happens I got a feast on my hands, and I'm feeling a mite magnanimous. Get that maw unhinged, bro.
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You're making up for lost pizza slumber party time, huh? Can't imagine my other self did anything like this with you.
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(turntables under tiny hands, a feast of chinese take-out arrayed around the tv like a shrine so they may pick at it while they played the xbox to its inevitable heat death) ]
What can I say? I hate owing time anything, anyway. Here, look, it comes with dipping sauces and shit.
[ he hops off his desk perch so the pizza box can take his seat instead. ]