( he's making a grimace, yeah those are some weird ass food combos. do people really eat anything? )
you know, monkey brain is actually some kind of sushi. avocado filled with spicy salmon. it's kinda good.
( very misleading name. who thought of that anyway? )
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so, not wood ice cream, bull balls or whatever that chick said, horse milk, platypus tail, monkey brains, we are going to have a nice fucking dinner. and breakfast. and lunch. huge meals because weβll always be skinny.
[ sheβs rocking their arms, her grin as wide as it can get. ]
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( she's right. overthinking won't make it better, it'll usually only archive the opposite.
he takes a deep breath, hands squeezing the blonde's. they're calloused with a few small little cuts, strong. warm. very pleasant to hold. )
you're right. there's much more to think about.
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i mean, iβd probably be struggling too if i was in your place. kind of an identity crisis thing or whatever.
[ sheβs taking his hands into her own, squeezing them nice and tight. ]
stop worrying your pretty little head about it, soma. thereβs so many other things to focus on.
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cult leader.
he chuckles, not out of amusement, but out of embarrassment. )
i'm sorry. i know this is weird. and difficult, and i always end up mulling it over.
you must be sick of it by now. i am too.
