IC Inbox - Victory Road

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[officerdown]

[He should have known.]

[Scar sets the dubious boxers down in the pile consisting mostly of faded tee-shirts.]

[There isn't much left. Black leggings, black leggings, a neon green shirt that says FUCK, a third pair of black leggings...]

[He can't reasonably put it off anymore. Scar eyes the sandwich with moderate suspicion, and picks it up to inspect it.]

[A single nibble.]

[God above, it's sweet.]

[no_ufo_ending]

[ Henry watches the lines in Scar's face. Will his friend enjoy his creation? Perhaps. Perhaps not. He's not shoving the whole thing into his mouth so he may not like it that much. ]

It's good.

[ He says this so so helpfully. ]

[officerdown]

[Scar is slow to work through the sticky, squishy sweetness that isn't normally part of his deeply utilitarian diet.]

Sweet.

[His mouth wiggles around while he works the peanut butter off the roof.]

[no_ufo_ending]

I'll make you another.

[ And here he goes, he's gonna make Scar another amazing half sandwich. ]

[officerdown]

[Oh, no.]

[Scar's mouth opens, but it's another moment before he spits out--]

That will not be necessary.

[no_ufo_ending]

[ HE IS ALREADY MAKING IT. ]

[He makes it and makes it. He is like fucking Bob Ross over here lost in his own forest of happy little trees. ]

[officerdown]

Henry I do not think I can eat two of these.

[He's staring down at the Infernal Slop with grave distrust.]

[no_ufo_ending]

[ HE FINISHES. He looks up to Scar with pride in his eyes, but ALAS. Scar...declines. For one blazing hot second, Henry looks so sad. But then he remembers he can just eat it. ]

[ And so he does. ]