[ Andyr's squinting at it as he peers at the stuff, a hand over his respirator like he's afraid it'll fall off if he leans over too much. at least, until Val starts moving the hand towards him, and Andyr jerks back violently. ]
Don't-- I swear to God, Valarie.
[ omfg he's going to fight you, you freak. keep your nasty space goo hands to yourself. he calls it food-words, though, and Andyr is already wary of this. ]
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Don't-- I swear to God, Valarie.
[ omfg he's going to fight you, you freak. keep your nasty space goo hands to yourself. he calls it food-words, though, and Andyr is already wary of this. ]
If you put that in your mouth, I'm gonna puke.