[Ain't like any one of them do the dancing deal, but hey, as JL moves over to the stove and starts battling a potato, ending up gulping it into his fucking mouth, it's almost like watching one of them bird dances, he doesn't remember which kind they were now. Marcel actively stops preparing the carrots for boiling, because it's so fucking funny that he pretty much just turns towards the spectacle and watches. Like, shit, all he needs is the fucking popcorn. Snorting, he finally returns his attention to the new pot, reaching out to fill it with water, fixing JL a glass while he's at it. It just stands there oh so fucking innocently on the table while he drops the carrots into the water and grasps the pot under one arm, walking over to the stove. In his other hand, he takes the glass, all but shoving it in JL's face as he moves past him.]
Don't fucking ruin your mouth, okay. Like, shit, I use that sometimes.
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Don't fucking ruin your mouth, okay. Like, shit, I use that sometimes.