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I understand that just fine. *He waves the smoke from the cigarette away, before eventually putting it out with his finger out of annoyance.* I just don't particularly care.

*Instead of breaking his focus from the book, he activates his technique to slice Daan's ear off as a warning. He turns a page.*

*the Chef is reading a book titled: "How to understand empathy"*




ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝓦hat are you .ᐣ Miserable about your own life .ᐣ You have really petty insults 、 It 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 makes me feel really embarrassed for you .. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

“No, I’m sorry. I’m not Hindu.” Willard is about ready to move on now, unaware of his ignorance and the way it’s unfolding. He can feel the rats begin to move in his bag and wishes he could soothe them through his mind.

and, what's that ?

“Vinushka. And where does he perform?” Willard, rather brazenly, assumes this man and the figure he speaks about are magicians. That explains the pyromancy trick, yes.

he nearly jumps out of his socks with the realization of what he witnessed! “What was that?” He doesn’t consider himself easily intimidated, though the question (and he realizes its foolishness) comes out as a hapless squeak.

“Quite. Thankyou.” Willard begins to walk off. He knows the rats are restless after that. However, as soon as the other man finds it time to let go of the dog, it comes running back. Yipping and snipping at his travel bag just like before. “Bugger!” he exclaims angrily.

Willard called it the obligation to protect the only creatures worth protecting. And especially Socrates, who was no doubt holding down the fort from inside the bag.



A nuisance all the same. After about a minute of stumbling in helpless circles and trying to shoo the dog away, Willard sees another man. “Sir!” he calls out. “Is this yours?”



" its mostly because im a lesbian . . I dont like men and I find feeding very intimate . . " [ she shrugs , rubbing the small cut on her neck after pushing the other over . . She doesnt wish to harm him further . ]



