[ Quick and sharp. All right. Sharkface watches Drake, eyes half-lidded. Content in a way he hasn't felt for a while. It's not that he's forgotten last night. Can't forget that shit. But he feels -
Human. Safe. A rare thing. ]
All right. Here goes nothing.
[ He takes the spatula and does his best to copy Drake's gesture. It's a little clumsy, but he doesn't squish the pancake and it ends up flipped. A little ragged, but still passable. ]
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Human. Safe. A rare thing. ]
All right. Here goes nothing.
[ He takes the spatula and does his best to copy Drake's gesture. It's a little clumsy, but he doesn't squish the pancake and it ends up flipped. A little ragged, but still passable. ]