[Krieg's unhinged gut-busting laughter fades away to a maniacal little giggle as Rhys proceeds to word-vomit. Dropping his blood smeared hand to his side, he turns away from Rhys and toward the fridge, which he then proceeds to open. He leans forward to peer inside while the other man's verbal diarrhea continues, and finally replies when there's a break in the barrage - still squinting at the fridge's contents.]
Not gonna hurt you, Beanpole. The voice won't let me~
[Somehow, there's a box containing almost half of a leftover pizza crammed in there. It doesn't have anyone's name on it, so it's Krieg's, now.
...Is Krieg way more interested in the pizza than he is in Rhys? You bet he is. He lifts the box out, straightens back up, and shuts the fridge door.]
Want a slice?
[Aww yeah, cold pizza for breakfast. And look, see, he's willing to share, too!]
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Not gonna hurt you, Beanpole. The voice won't let me~
[Somehow, there's a box containing almost half of a leftover pizza crammed in there. It doesn't have anyone's name on it, so it's Krieg's, now.
...Is Krieg way more interested in the pizza than he is in Rhys? You bet he is. He lifts the box out, straightens back up, and shuts the fridge door.]
Want a slice?
[Aww yeah, cold pizza for breakfast. And look, see, he's willing to share, too!]