(god, that eel smells so good he could throw the tarot cards and fake bones off of the tabletop and grab the bowl from him. his jaw aches he's so hungry, the gnawing kind that makes him feel weak and irritable. in response to this, hei kicks the leg of stiles' chair with the heel of his shoe.)
This is a business, not an open air café. Either you pay to sit there, or move away from here.
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(god, that eel smells so good he could throw the tarot cards and fake bones off of the tabletop and grab the bowl from him. his jaw aches he's so hungry, the gnawing kind that makes him feel weak and irritable. in response to this, hei kicks the leg of stiles' chair with the heel of his shoe.)
This is a business, not an open air café. Either you pay to sit there, or move away from here.