[ A light scoff, his lopsided smile widening a bit with the familiar amusement in the sidelong glance he shoots him. ]
Coward.
[ Hasn't figured out the legs-to-dipping aspect yet, but he spears some of the fried bits of the head he'd torn open, using that to spoon some liquid before popping it into his mouth.
Swallows, a promptly turns to gives a surprised cough, pounding at his chest with a fist. ]
Hot.
[ Temperature hot. A little spicy too. The good kind of burn, except for the small spot on his tongue where he singed off a few taste buds. He pulls a quick drink from his cold tea. ]
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Coward.
[ Hasn't figured out the legs-to-dipping aspect yet, but he spears some of the fried bits of the head he'd torn open, using that to spoon some liquid before popping it into his mouth.
Swallows, a promptly turns to gives a surprised cough, pounding at his chest with a fist. ]
Hot.
[ Temperature hot. A little spicy too. The good kind of burn, except for the small spot on his tongue where he singed off a few taste buds. He pulls a quick drink from his cold tea. ]