[Wen Ning pulls them towards the food stalls, which do look a little odd unmanned, but not as creepy as they would with the empty, ghostly people the enclosure makes, in his opinion. He grabs two sticks of fishballs this time and bites into his own as he holds one out to Angel, shining with deep fried crispness.
He's actually eating, not taking the tiniest bites possible to check the taste. It's imaginary food. It's fine.]
There's roe in the middle, but... I don't know how to make a dirty joke about that. They're good, though!
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He's actually eating, not taking the tiniest bites possible to check the taste. It's imaginary food. It's fine.]
There's roe in the middle, but... I don't know how to make a dirty joke about that. They're good, though!