10-26-2016, 12:36 PM
Eithan glanced back at Carl as he made his way to the main floor of the house, his other hand making it's home in the opposite pocket when it did. As he moved towards the kitchen in his journey, sighing quietly,"Sometimes I'm just not hungry."He answered him finally, taking a seat at the table and pulling his plate forwards, at this time he didn't want lemons, he wanted pickles and lots of it. He blessed the chef for always making things as good as he wanted them.
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