[ The skin doesn't snap back immediately; rather falls to the ground with a thud before slowly stretching back into Jake's mass. The faint rubbing-a-balloon sound that accompanies it provides a potent addition to the silence.
Not that thinks were awkward. Far from it. Just two guys, standing in the middle of a trashed room, mutually realizing that they could both definitely eat. Jake grins, stretching a one hand towards a farmers loaf and the other toward a bread knife. A nonverbal oh, you're in good hands if ever there was one. ]
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Not that thinks were awkward. Far from it. Just two guys, standing in the middle of a trashed room, mutually realizing that they could both definitely eat. Jake grins, stretching a one hand towards a farmers loaf and the other toward a bread knife. A nonverbal oh, you're in good hands if ever there was one. ]
Bro. Always.