[ despite dextera’s initially lackluster answer, he snaps to attention as soon as the smell of food wafts from the bag. he looks like an animal, so intrigued as he is by the scent.
he takes one of the pastries, and although he’s cautious about unwrapping it lest it slip from his fingers and into the ocean, he is not cautious about eating it. he bites into it with the ferocity of someone who is used to ripping apart raw meat with only their teeth, but pastries are much softer. ernesto, skewers, whatever—his focus has narrowed. ]
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he takes one of the pastries, and although he’s cautious about unwrapping it lest it slip from his fingers and into the ocean, he is not cautious about eating it. he bites into it with the ferocity of someone who is used to ripping apart raw meat with only their teeth, but pastries are much softer. ernesto, skewers, whatever—his focus has narrowed. ]
Mmgh…
[ he has no idea Talking is coming. ]