Sounds like a great place to spend your time. Least you're mucking out the stalls in that place for better or worse.
[He looked at the box of left-overs for a long moment and shrugged his shoulders. When was the last time he ate anything not cooked over a fire? Lately, not much. Before, only in hovels where only a cast-iron stomach likely allowed him to survive the experience without puking for the next thirty-six hours.
Slowly, he reached out to take the box that Gabriel indicated and a utensil and set both in his lap. His drink went between his knees as he opened the box to peer at the contents.] You made it seem like there wouldn't be a long run here. [He took a taste first, but who was he to complain about free food that fed directly into not only his metabolism but was probably some of the first emotional-enriched food he had eaten that wasn't made by him.] It's good. You made it?
[He nodded his head and picked through the food in front of him, putting some on his stomach so he doesn't just get too wasted and be useless to Reyes in this. He's supposed to be the less sad one, which... he actually isn't. Losing Ana was devastating, but he won't process it for a time.]
Something you'll remember, no doubt. Guess we only really have memories at this point.
[76 snorted softly, shaking his head. He hadn't had anything 'worthwhile' in years, and he'd tried to stop himself from caring about it for awhile now.] Look how well it got us too, hmm?
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Date: 2019-08-14 08:43 pm (UTC)[He looked at the box of left-overs for a long moment and shrugged his shoulders. When was the last time he ate anything not cooked over a fire? Lately, not much. Before, only in hovels where only a cast-iron stomach likely allowed him to survive the experience without puking for the next thirty-six hours.
Slowly, he reached out to take the box that Gabriel indicated and a utensil and set both in his lap. His drink went between his knees as he opened the box to peer at the contents.] You made it seem like there wouldn't be a long run here. [He took a taste first, but who was he to complain about free food that fed directly into not only his metabolism but was probably some of the first emotional-enriched food he had eaten that wasn't made by him.] It's good. You made it?
[He nodded his head and picked through the food in front of him, putting some on his stomach so he doesn't just get too wasted and be useless to Reyes in this. He's supposed to be the less sad one, which... he actually isn't. Losing Ana was devastating, but he won't process it for a time.]
Something you'll remember, no doubt. Guess we only really have memories at this point.
[76 snorted softly, shaking his head. He hadn't had anything 'worthwhile' in years, and he'd tried to stop himself from caring about it for awhile now.] Look how well it got us too, hmm?