[ except he's coming nic you had better been ready to receive him
well— he does stop replying though, only because if he keeps typing things up, he has to stop every five minutes to try— and he's got food in hand, he isn't a lv. 100 waiter or anything like that ( very sorry to say ). he's eaten just a bit before, but running out of there meant he had to stuff as many things as he could onto one plate . . . bowl . . . container thing! that is to say— he's got a few dozen small patties stacked ( it looked like salisbury steak. he loved salisbury steak )— it's enough to split, and on top of that he's got juice. lots of grape / apple / what-have-you juices that are available to them, albeit stuffed into his front pockets while the back ones are occupied by his mittens. he's bringing what he can . . .
he's walking past a few rovers, subtly looking into the ones that go by ( he knew it was somewhere around here, he just didn't know which exactly— ) until he goes past the correct one where nic should be, a few moments later backpedaling, and—
awkwardly waiting by the door! a silent question of permission, really ( and while he'll go unheard, he still knocks at the entrance! ) ]
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well— he does stop replying though, only because if he keeps typing things up, he has to stop every five minutes to try— and he's got food in hand, he isn't a lv. 100 waiter or anything like that ( very sorry to say ). he's eaten just a bit before, but running out of there meant he had to stuff as many things as he could onto one plate . . . bowl . . . container thing! that is to say— he's got a few dozen small patties stacked ( it looked like salisbury steak. he loved salisbury steak )— it's enough to split, and on top of that he's got juice. lots of grape / apple / what-have-you juices that are available to them, albeit stuffed into his front pockets while the back ones are occupied by his mittens. he's bringing what he can . . .
he's walking past a few rovers, subtly looking into the ones that go by ( he knew it was somewhere around here, he just didn't know which exactly— ) until he goes past the correct one where nic should be, a few moments later backpedaling, and—
awkwardly waiting by the door! a silent question of permission, really ( and while he'll go unheard, he still knocks at the entrance! ) ]