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[there's a moment there where Knife nearly eats the thing still wrapped, but catches themself and tears the packaging off with an irate mutter, dropping the litter on the floor and all but shoving the whole thing in their mouth in one go. they eat like a street animal - like someone not very certain where and when meals will come up.

there's an audible gulp to swallowing a bunch of that down. savor? never met her.

exhaling shakily:] Shit... [food of substance! and not just trail mix or whatever the fuck was stowed in a rucksack!]