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pc ♠ marcoh
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[ i'm sorry to report that of course he is in the kitchen and he is making the most diabolically spicy hot pot that he possibly can. he's a little slow, but hey, his knife isn't dented! that's nice!
his ear flicks when he hears footsteps, and he glances over his shoulder. ]
Hello. [ a beat. ] Marcoh, yes?
his ear flicks when he hears footsteps, and he glances over his shoulder. ]
Hello. [ a beat. ] Marcoh, yes?
Well, then! Let's share this meal.
[ he may regret this. jiaoqiu on a mission to kill everybody with spicy hot pot opening weekend...
anyway, jiaoqiu warned him, so! he will finish up the last little bit of this soup, and then put it in a bowl and hand it to marcoh.
he makes himself some too! and takes a bite of it without a single bit of resistance. ]
[ he may regret this. jiaoqiu on a mission to kill everybody with spicy hot pot opening weekend...
anyway, jiaoqiu warned him, so! he will finish up the last little bit of this soup, and then put it in a bowl and hand it to marcoh.
he makes himself some too! and takes a bite of it without a single bit of resistance. ]
[ You don't understand he will consider this a legitimate endurance training and will accompany him the whole way through the game. He's going to be a god at spicy by the end if he lives that long.
He looks at it though and clearly it kind of looks and smells like death. Fucking good. He eats it.
And narrows his eyes. ]
He looks at it though and clearly it kind of looks and smells like death. Fucking good. He eats it.
And narrows his eyes. ]
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