[Welp, there he goes. He snorts at the sound, before pulling out the pie, cutting a slice, and moving to deliver it with a fork back to his partner's resting place.]
...How are you going to eat pie like that? [MISTER FACE FIRST IN THE COUCH] At least turn over.
[He'll move to sit on the inch of sofa Lovecraft has not taken up to offer him the plate.]
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...How are you going to eat pie like that? [MISTER FACE FIRST IN THE COUCH] At least turn over.
[He'll move to sit on the inch of sofa Lovecraft has not taken up to offer him the plate.]