ᅟᅟᅟ𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗗 ࿔

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i ain't posting that shit

"There's the green one, like I'm 75% sure it's just avocado and something. The red one looks menacing as fuck and that's coming from me." He checks the bag and pulled out a few of both for his new friend. Even as he eats, his knee is jumping.

Wade gave his new friend the side eye. Fromage? That explains a lot—his new friend must be French! He doesn't know a lot about France, but he accepts his friend regardless of chimichanga destruction or otherwise. He digs in the plastic bag and comes up with a fistful of napkins.

"Heee you go, amigo. The food of kings!— or well, for broke people who can't afford to go getting groceries every week." Wade dug in the bag and came up with the two foil wrappers with the fat ass chimichangas. "You get a bean and cheese one. Didn't know if you were a spicy man."

"Gonna read to you. I memorized this book cover to cover, so I can almost quote it off the top of my head." He's returned with the plastic bag with food and a grin to match. "It beats watching some corny movie, right?"

He puts the book down and damn near skips to the front door to get the surprise take out (it was chimichangas. There really was no surprise here since he'd much rather avoid the delivery cost by making them at home).