Yeah. [He's careful wrapping up the papers, from the untouched ends and crushing inwards. He's been more reckless handling C4 and claymore mines than he is with this, which is probably unwarranted. It's just remnants of stubborn goop. But that's probably more indicative that he should be more careful around explosives.
She doesn't have to bribe him with treats for being a good boy, but he's not going to say no to a cold beer and some strange new flavour of Pringles. He doesn't want to shove his hand right up in there so he holds his hand out, signaling wordlessly to her to pour a few chips out into his palm.]
No, haven't tried it. [He inspects the small pile visually and resists the urge to sniff at it before popping one into his mouth. The burst of artificial flavours and salt is actually pretty good going hand in hand with the beer.] Not that fiery. [Not that he's complaining. He's too manly to even talk - he's definitely completely incapable of crying on her couch.]
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She doesn't have to bribe him with treats for being a good boy, but he's not going to say no to a cold beer and some strange new flavour of Pringles. He doesn't want to shove his hand right up in there so he holds his hand out, signaling wordlessly to her to pour a few chips out into his palm.]
No, haven't tried it. [He inspects the small pile visually and resists the urge to sniff at it before popping one into his mouth. The burst of artificial flavours and salt is actually pretty good going hand in hand with the beer.] Not that fiery. [Not that he's complaining. He's too manly to even talk - he's definitely completely incapable of crying on her couch.]