[Nails lifting. Moving with the lazy scrape of his bands across a wood surface and he grips something. Solid snatch, tin sounding back and for a moment, there's a tiredness to his tone. A flip of the wrist and he's tossing the can, catching it in the next breath.]
Sorry friend. Doesn't look like we've got other options. [Because yeah, he's picked that pantry. Barebone minimum with only the corn left. Flood of it, a mocking sort of gesture on COMPASS's part.]
Wish I had some better news for you. But if you want it, it's all yours.
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[Nails lifting. Moving with the lazy scrape of his bands across a wood surface and he grips something. Solid snatch, tin sounding back and for a moment, there's a tiredness to his tone. A flip of the wrist and he's tossing the can, catching it in the next breath.]
Sorry friend. Doesn't look like we've got other options. [Because yeah, he's picked that pantry. Barebone minimum with only the corn left. Flood of it, a mocking sort of gesture on COMPASS's part.]
Wish I had some better news for you. But if you want it, it's all yours.