[You look like shit, Souda manages to bite his tongue from saying. Instead he raises a now-scaly brow and shrugs a shoulder to show the paper bag he's carrying in one arm.]
I got a question.
And I brought— food.
[his voice quiets just a little and he frowns at the bag, looking uncertain.]
no subject
I got a question.
And I brought— food.
[his voice quiets just a little and he frowns at the bag, looking uncertain.]
It's. Sandwiches. I don't know what you eat...