Feels almost like they're robbing the place, even though Tim already explained the whole no-economy thing. Nothing's gonna happen. Tim looks like he's done this a thousand times.
Is he hungry?
How long has it been since he's eaten?
"S...sure." His jaw aches. His head aches. He can hear the murmur of voices behind him. He wants to know what's in the baskets--that's something he can act on. That's something he can do something about.
He rounds the edge of the counter, peering over Tim's shoulder.
If Tim wanted him dead, he would have done it already. You can't poison somebody with this many witnesses.
Quit being so fucking paranoid.
He reaches out to one of the shelves, about a foot away from Tim, and lifts the lid of one of the baskets. There's a strong scent--something fermented, maybe, or preserved in salt. Jay wrinkles his nose. "What is all this?"
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Is he hungry?
How long has it been since he's eaten?
"S...sure." His jaw aches. His head aches. He can hear the murmur of voices behind him. He wants to know what's in the baskets--that's something he can act on. That's something he can do something about.
He rounds the edge of the counter, peering over Tim's shoulder.
If Tim wanted him dead, he would have done it already. You can't poison somebody with this many witnesses.Quit being so fucking paranoid.He reaches out to one of the shelves, about a foot away from Tim, and lifts the lid of one of the baskets. There's a strong scent--something fermented, maybe, or preserved in salt. Jay wrinkles his nose. "What is all this?"