[Rip, whichever pedestrian gets clonked on the head by Arthur's shoe.
At any rate, Travis nods his head in acknowledgment, murmuring his thanks what a weeb as he gratefully accepts the food. He doesn't hesitate much at all. Food's food, and Arthur's a teammate-- he's got no reason to doubt the generosity, or he's not smart enough to try to do so, anyway.]
What time's that? Maybe you'n me are from the same year. 2010?
[He takes a thoughtful bite of the apple first, bruise side.]
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At any rate, Travis nods his head in acknowledgment, murmuring his thanks
what a weebas he gratefully accepts the food. He doesn't hesitate much at all. Food's food, and Arthur's a teammate-- he's got no reason to doubt the generosity, or he's not smart enough to try to do so, anyway.]What time's that? Maybe you'n me are from the same year. 2010?
[He takes a thoughtful bite of the apple first, bruise side.]