[ Pressing x to doubt in his mind about the hard work the employees of Wh*le F**ds are putting in to making this stuff... then again, he hasn't worked in a grocery store before, so he drops the issue. But he also doesn't pick out anything for himself, instead opening up that package of strawberries he'd brought along in tow earlier. He'll just pay for it later... he sneaks little snacks out of the produce in his cart at the grocery store all the time. Better these than a lukewarm sub-par meal, at least in his mind. ]
You could've said something if you were that hungry, you know.
[ Which has to be the reason why they've suddenly veered over here, and he doesn't even attempt to think of an alternative explanation. Like a hooligan, he leans back in his chair until the back legs tip him back, using one of his long legs to ease himself back and forth. ]
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You could've said something if you were that hungry, you know.
[ Which has to be the reason why they've suddenly veered over here, and he doesn't even attempt to think of an alternative explanation. Like a hooligan, he leans back in his chair until the back legs tip him back, using one of his long legs to ease himself back and forth. ]
Or did you just not notice until right now?