[ john holds up another of the items; this time, it's some freshens brand canned, diced tomatoes. it looks like it's still sealed this time, at least. ]
Can't tell if you're sayin' that just to be contrary, or if you're actually concerned over me tryin' some spoiled food.
[ a lackadaisical shrug. the freshens brand diced tomatoes gets dumped into the bag, too, and he'll peer from where he is at what he can see of those girl scout cookies. ]
No worries 'bout me! Taste's back; if it ain't good to eat, then I won't.
[ ... granted that is probably the barest amount of decency that can be shown to someone who might become spontaneously ill, john can't help but be a wee bit touched. he decides against a frivolous reply. for now, anyway. ]
Whatever you say.
[ with a nod and shouldering the pillowcase, he moves to follow. ]
[ that’s the only true direction, right? curtness aside, he just means to keep moving, but . . . he’s not liking the prickly sounds coming from the tunnels. patters, maybe squeaks— but he can definitely hear cracks from where they came from. ]
[ repeated with something skin to bemusement, eyebrows lifting. then the question shouldn't be too unexpected in lieu of the noises— it gives john pause all the same, particularly as his gaze shifts to the side a moment as he concentrates. ]
I can still sense through the ones I'm linked to, yeah! My vines aren't in every tunnel, though. [ ho hum. ] I suppose it's an easier way to explore without actually movin' from here, if that's what you had in mind.
[ he’s frowning at the sounds, deciding it’s better to keep his swords ready to swing if something came. he places both handles into a detachable blade and secures them. ]
Just to make sure that’s not what I think it is.
[ a rat skitters right by their legs with a hiss, augh. and judging by the parade of flutters and patters overhead . . . it’s not alone. ]
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You don’t know where it’s been.
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In a can-? In its packaging?
[ said like see?? safe. ]
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Things can still spoil canned, you know. It could’ve been down here for decades.
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[ a lackadaisical shrug. the freshens brand diced tomatoes gets dumped into the bag, too, and he'll peer from where he is at what he can see of those girl scout cookies. ]
No worries 'bout me! Taste's back; if it ain't good to eat, then I won't.
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Then I’m gonna have to be the one to carry your ass out.
[ he doesn’t trust it, and if anything happens it’ll slow them down– but damn it if eren isn’t that much of an asshole to leave the guy alone. ]
Let’s just keep moving.
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Whatever you say.
[ with a nod and shouldering the pillowcase, he moves to follow. ]
Where to?
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[ that’s the only true direction, right? curtness aside, he just means to keep moving, but . . . he’s not liking the prickly sounds coming from the tunnels. patters, maybe squeaks— but he can definitely hear cracks from where they came from. ]
Can you sense the vines from down here?
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[ repeated with something skin to bemusement, eyebrows lifting. then the question shouldn't be too unexpected in lieu of the noises— it gives john pause all the same, particularly as his gaze shifts to the side a moment as he concentrates. ]
I can still sense through the ones I'm linked to, yeah! My vines aren't in every tunnel, though. [ ho hum. ] I suppose it's an easier way to explore without actually movin' from here, if that's what you had in mind.
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[ he’s frowning at the sounds, deciding it’s better to keep his swords ready to swing if something came. he places both handles into a detachable blade and secures them. ]
Just to make sure that’s not what I think it is.
[ a rat skitters right by their legs with a hiss, augh. and judging by the parade of flutters and patters overhead . . . it’s not alone. ]