[ Hunk snags a mini-sandwich from the plate, and unceremoniously shovels it into his mouth, like any Gourmand worth his organic, dried-from-the-tears-of-his-terrified-foes salt. ]
Sho. [ Chew. Chew. Swallow. ] I feel like I've seen you around, but I don't think we've met. I'm Hunk.
[ One hand reaches out for a handshake, while the other snatches up one of the cookies. The plate rests on his knee, while that cookie quickly gets bitten right in half. ] S-sorry, I shkipped breakfast.
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Sho. [ Chew. Chew. Swallow. ] I feel like I've seen you around, but I don't think we've met. I'm Hunk.
[ One hand reaches out for a handshake, while the other snatches up one of the cookies. The plate rests on his knee, while that cookie quickly gets bitten right in half. ] S-sorry, I shkipped breakfast.