[ His? Heart? That he always acts like and sometimes even says he doesn't have? He could've still believed that if not for Tseng, maybe. After everything that happened with that mess, his chest's been torn wide open and his heart laid bare as surely as if Tseng had torn it out of him and slammed it down on the table to look at. You see? There it is. There's no denying it now—he's got one. And it works. And it works overtime, in fact, without even getting any double pay.
And it's doing a little flippedy-floppedy thing right now, which he circumvents dealing with by stuffing a bite of whatever the hell this... mushroom thing or... actually he doesn't know what it is he stabs on his fork (salad fork, you idiot) and eats, but it, too, is better than the douche, so whatever. ]
Can you do hashbrowns? Say yes and we have a deal.
[ they're not fries but they're close enough. And there they go again, doing the ankles thing under the table. You guys the last time this happened there was a blowjob. ]
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[ His? Heart? That he always acts like and sometimes even says he doesn't have? He could've still believed that if not for Tseng, maybe. After everything that happened with that mess, his chest's been torn wide open and his heart laid bare as surely as if Tseng had torn it out of him and slammed it down on the table to look at. You see? There it is. There's no denying it now—he's got one. And it works. And it works overtime, in fact, without even getting any double pay.
And it's doing a little flippedy-floppedy thing right now, which he circumvents dealing with by stuffing a bite of whatever the hell this... mushroom thing or... actually he doesn't know what it is he stabs on his fork (salad fork, you idiot) and eats, but it, too, is better than the douche, so whatever. ]
Can you do hashbrowns? Say yes and we have a deal.
[ they're not fries but they're close enough. And there they go again, doing the ankles thing under the table. You guys the last time this happened there was a blowjob. ]