[ honestly, he wants to spit it out. it doesn’t taste good, and maybe if he was alone, he would do it. but his good friend dokja brought him this food, and if nothing else, the shocking taste has managed to pull him right out of his funk.
he chews with the slow misery of a prisoner. ]
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[ a little shudder runs up his spine once he swallows, and at least mercifully to the both of them, he doesn’t go in for a second bite. ]
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he chews with the slow misery of a prisoner. ]
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[ a little shudder runs up his spine once he swallows, and at least mercifully to the both of them, he doesn’t go in for a second bite. ]