[ Alright, not really what Dokja wants, but he takes the offered half because it's the polite thing to do. Or... more like it was instinctual to hold out his hand for something offered to him.
He stares at the bright green half of a banana he now holds, expression twisting into disgust. There's no way he's going to eat this. It feels like it could be made of stone with how unripe it is. ]
You know it's going to taste bad. Wouldn't you rather wait?
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He stares at the bright green half of a banana he now holds, expression twisting into disgust. There's no way he's going to eat this. It feels like it could be made of stone with how unripe it is. ]
You know it's going to taste bad. Wouldn't you rather wait?
[ At least a day!! ]