[He sits so stiffly, the pizza taunting him where it lays untouched before him. Calling out to him. Asking him what kind of terrible New Yorker is he, that he'd leave this sweet and beautiful creature uneaten? He gulps nervously.]
... What she said...
[He's about to suggest that if anyone should be a test subject it's probably him, but then she goes and snaps some chopsticks and goes for the kill. He wrinkles his brow and forehead in slow roasting concern. He wants to look at the written paper on the table, but he's... also kinda worried about this.]
no subject
... What she said...
[He's about to suggest that if anyone should be a test subject it's probably him, but then she goes and snaps some chopsticks and goes for the kill. He wrinkles his brow and forehead in slow roasting concern. He wants to look at the written paper on the table, but he's... also kinda worried about this.]
Do you feel anything weird? Are you alright?