foolmetwice | continuations

when imeeji decides to go too hard

Exactly. Gotta get in what we can while we can.

[wags his fingers a little and, once he's done with the meat skewer, reaches for the tiramisu next]

See, now you got it. Eat dessert first - and second, and third, and probly fifth.

And definitely tenth.

[GONNA DIG INTO THAT TIRAMISU, THANKS]

[Snagging another meat skewer, though, since there's a metric ton of them.]

There's a ton of that stuff over there still, just saying.

I'll grab some later. I wanna finish the meat first.

I mean, sounds legit.

You want anything I didn't grab?

Nope. I'm a perfectly happy amnesic right now.

[. . . has Mars EVER admitted he was happy before]

Hey, whatever makes you happy.

Isn't that the point of a shindig like this one?

Kinda, yeah. Better make the most of it while we got the chance.

Yeah, yeah. I guess.

I wanna take some of this food home to Heart.

So wait till the party's just about over and take some. No way we're gonna get through all of it; there's gonna be like a ton of leftovers.

What if we take it now so we aren't left picking over the runts of the food litter?

You got your sights set on something particular?

More meat skewers and tiramisu.

Know what you like, huh?