[Hazel glares, but it's a glare for the world. He read it on the internet— Jae-Ha, for god's sake.
If he could throw himself more grumpily into a kitchen chair, it would be no small feat. He sits there, bothered, and stares at the pot on the stove instead of either of these freaks.]
Mister Ukoku, the food's gonna spoil if ya distract him too much with stories.
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If he could throw himself more grumpily into a kitchen chair, it would be no small feat. He sits there, bothered, and stares at the pot on the stove instead of either of these freaks.]
Mister Ukoku, the food's gonna spoil if ya distract him too much with stories.
[you jackasses, both of you]