That I can handle. My fingers aren't the only thing that's nimble, you know.
[And he gives the pancakes another look, weighing if it's worth it. Then he shrugs. Then he goes in. They might go in together. Who knows.
Two minutes later he left with two pancakes and the roar of get away from my niece! echoing. Worse, though, another kid runs from that stall to a different stall. The kid clearly has a purpose.
And the ominous cry of a pigeon could be heard from afar since this is now going to be ominous o'clock, but fortunately this isn't above their heads so it can be ignored.]
no subject
[And he gives the pancakes another look, weighing if it's worth it. Then he shrugs. Then he goes in. They might go in together. Who knows.
Two minutes later he left with two pancakes and the roar of get away from my niece! echoing. Worse, though, another kid runs from that stall to a different stall. The kid clearly has a purpose.
And the ominous cry of a pigeon could be heard from afar since this is now going to be ominous o'clock, but fortunately this isn't above their heads so it can be ignored.]