[ No amount of anything is gonna get this stinkin' taste out of his mouth, and if this haunts his nightmares from now on he's blaming Claude. Sorry, buddy.
But he pauses just long enough to consider that he's probably right. If he were trying to poison Rocket, why the hell would he take on this garbage himself? He's managing better than him, but that's also not the look of a guy completely immune to it.
His eyes are nearly watering when Claude swipes a bowl of bread and cheese over, items he recognizes in some form or another. The cheese just reminds him of Nero. ]
I know what it is. [ He grunts, reaching for some of the bread to tear off into chunks. He stuffs that into his mouth, eating as elegantly as a raccoon would.
sounds good to me!! (and yes please!!!)
But he pauses just long enough to consider that he's probably right. If he were trying to poison Rocket, why the hell would he take on this garbage himself? He's managing better than him, but that's also not the look of a guy completely immune to it.
His eyes are nearly watering when Claude swipes a bowl of bread and cheese over, items he recognizes in some form or another. The cheese just reminds him of Nero. ]
I know what it is. [ He grunts, reaching for some of the bread to tear off into chunks. He stuffs that into his mouth, eating as elegantly as a raccoon would.
And then: ] Thanks.