Ugh, don't give me more food. I don't know if I have room for all this as it is...
[He is, after all, very small. And after a hundred years of putting little more than the occasional eclair in his stomach, the sensation of filling it must be strange and uncomfortable.
Still, for all Brook's grousing, he's accustomed to following orders, wherever they come from. Onni's are no different. He takes the second bun as instructed and dips what's left of the first in the stew, starts to nibble at the soaked edge, and pulls it away from his mouth with a small start.]
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[He is, after all, very small. And after a hundred years of putting little more than the occasional eclair in his stomach, the sensation of filling it must be strange and uncomfortable.
Still, for all Brook's grousing, he's accustomed to following orders, wherever they come from. Onni's are no different. He takes the second bun as instructed and dips what's left of the first in the stew, starts to nibble at the soaked edge, and pulls it away from his mouth with a small start.]
--It's hot.
[Duh.]