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“You… want your own suit?
I thought you had like fifty of them already…?”
Tossing his sandwich onto the plate, clapping his hands together to brush the crumbs off before fishing into his drawer to pull out a tailors tape.
“Don’t worry about»
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“He’s my second choice to be honest, I was gonna steal his arm and paint it neon pink… either way I’m getting my revenge..”
Elbows leaning over his table, a quirked brow with eyes gazing towards her.
“Name it—”
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Shoulders fall slightly with a small eye roll.
“not a onesie…but yes…I pretty much make everything I use now…”
Wiping a smudge of sauce off his lip, sucking over his thumb.
“You wouldn’t believe the tech people leave behind in dumpsters…”
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“This is a matter of emergency, I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t desperate…”
Arms now folding over his chest, leaning back against the kitchen counter.
“Plus if my theory of Sam is correct, I’m filling his helmet with pancake batter…”
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“No, I know you have many intentions to shoot me, but the fact you haven’t done so already means you probably need something…”
Placing the two pieces of bread together before stuffing a bit into his mouth.
“Now—-hm…damn that’s good… what’s up…?”
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