[ there's a low quality to badou's tone when he responds. made thick only because of the quiet chuckle that follows right after, but it's hard to tell what he really means by that since he's turned back around to look over his work. ]
What're you eatin'? You better not be spoiling your appetite for dinner, you fuck. I made lasagna.
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[ there's a low quality to badou's tone when he responds. made thick only because of the quiet chuckle that follows right after, but it's hard to tell what he really means by that since he's turned back around to look over his work. ]
What're you eatin'? You better not be spoiling your appetite for dinner, you fuck. I made lasagna.