[As he says that, he takes a huge bite of the pork bun, acting much like a petulant child being told to eat his veggies. But this petulant child wasn't going to do that. He sits up and, with another bite, finishes the bun in his hands. Though his gaze moves to the veggies that remains on the plate, he stands back up, beer still in hand.]
I'mma— [Whatever he's about to say is interrupted by a loud burp. Beat presses the back of his hand to his mouth before he begins chuckling, still wobbly as he stands.] Heh, nice.
I'mma get more food. That aight with you, Tree?
[It definitely sounds like he was mocking Trahearne.]
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[As he says that, he takes a huge bite of the pork bun, acting much like a petulant child being told to eat his veggies. But this petulant child wasn't going to do that. He sits up and, with another bite, finishes the bun in his hands. Though his gaze moves to the veggies that remains on the plate, he stands back up, beer still in hand.]
I'mma— [Whatever he's about to say is interrupted by a loud burp. Beat presses the back of his hand to his mouth before he begins chuckling, still wobbly as he stands.] Heh, nice.
I'mma get more food. That aight with you, Tree?
[It definitely sounds like he was mocking Trahearne.]