Ice cream of the most caloric kind, recent tears, booze, mindless television.
Shark hangs at the perimeter of things at first, summing up the situation, fingers steepled in front of his lips in deep consideration. Weighing the facts, his options, his words. He knows exactly what's going on here and he's gotta be slick.
"...Okay," he finally starts, walking over to be in view as well as earshot of the distraught human now. "I know things got weird between us last time we hung out. And I'm pretty confident we can talk this over. But you gotta promise you're not gonna cry on me and ruin the suit." Have you ever tried to wipe snot out of a black virgin wool suit? It's bad.
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Ice cream of the most caloric kind, recent tears, booze, mindless television.
Shark hangs at the perimeter of things at first, summing up the situation, fingers steepled in front of his lips in deep consideration. Weighing the facts, his options, his words. He knows exactly what's going on here and he's gotta be slick.
"...Okay," he finally starts, walking over to be in view as well as earshot of the distraught human now. "I know things got weird between us last time we hung out. And I'm pretty confident we can talk this over. But you gotta promise you're not gonna cry on me and ruin the suit." Have you ever tried to wipe snot out of a black virgin wool suit? It's bad.