My ailing tongue is my problem alone— I won't forget this kindness.
[This begrudging, whiny kindness. Still. He's glad to have a sugary snack to try, thinking that perhaps it's pastry that is now dead to him forevermore, and lo—
It's not just pastry. He pauses mid-chew, as the now-familiar taste of greasy ashes fill his mouth. He's still for several long seconds.
......He swallows the rest of it whole. S-See... no offense made...]
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[This begrudging, whiny kindness. Still. He's glad to have a sugary snack to try, thinking that perhaps it's pastry that is now dead to him forevermore, and lo—
It's not just pastry. He pauses mid-chew, as the now-familiar taste of greasy ashes fill his mouth. He's still for several long seconds.
......He swallows the rest of it whole. S-See... no offense made...]
...It was edible.