[Huffily!!! He will be making angry eye contact with Lance as he grabs one of those vanilla brownies all too aggressively and shoves one in his mouth. Poor boy isn't really used to eating just for the joy of it. Rationing on the Train could get pretty brutal at times.]
You made these?
[Simon's expression remains blushy and disgruntled, but he murmurs. A strange, Star Wars-creature type of sound, followed by an "Mhm."]
They'ref preffy goodph.
[DON'T TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL at least the has the decency to go find a napkin or whatever equivalent of those they have in this place??? Gross. His mouth is all... Crumby.]
[He's half-joking, and unbothered by the lack of manners; he remembers being in college and surrounded by teenage boys who did far worse than talk with their mouth full.
But all that aside--]
I should probably let you get back to what you were doing, but it was nice to meet you in person.
[Simon at least has the decency to wipe his full mouth, and nods, with a timid smile, cheeks stuffed like that of a hamster. After finally swallowing, he utters:]
Do you hang out here a lot?
[Because guess who will be very excited to see you when you next stop by, Lance.]
[Simon's face actually grows worried for a second there, but despite whatever's on the tip of his tongue, he doesn't ask. There's a pregnant pause before he utters-]
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Simon just turns even redder.]
Why are you lookin' at me like that?
[Angrily-]
D-don't judge me! I was just-
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Having a thought.
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[He says it lightly, shoving the container toward Simon to give him a distraction.]
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You made these?
[Simon's expression remains blushy and disgruntled, but he murmurs. A strange, Star Wars-creature type of sound, followed by an "Mhm."]
They'ref preffy goodph.
[DON'T TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL at least the has the decency to go find a napkin or whatever equivalent of those they have in this place??? Gross. His mouth is all... Crumby.]
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[He's half-joking, and unbothered by the lack of manners; he remembers being in college and surrounded by teenage boys who did far worse than talk with their mouth full.
But all that aside--]
I should probably let you get back to what you were doing, but it was nice to meet you in person.
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Do you hang out here a lot?
[Because guess who will be very excited to see you when you next stop by, Lance.]
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[He says it with affection, though he really has no idea why they get along. By all rights Wade should just be annoying-annoying, and yet.]
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He has to smile at that.]
Yeah, he is.
[It actually is really annoying, Simon's relieved that someone else shares the same sentiment.]
The next time you plan on stoppin' by, let me know, okay?
[He'll be waiting.]
That way I won't be as likely to knife ya while you're still in the doorway.
[honestly like... he be jokin butt
um, that's a very real possibility]
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[Cavalier jokes about being murdered are totally the way to handle processing the trauma, right? Right.]
I'll give you a heads up.
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I'll see you later, then.
Hope the trip home doesn't kill ya, ahaha...
[No, really.
Because god knows what else could happen here.]
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I'll be fine, don't worry. See you later.
[And with a little wave and a small smile, he'll head out.]