★ - snag.
► snag watched her movements as if he were in a slight daze, a sleepy expression on his face. he’d been up last night due to his fellow sheriff’s snoring; not because it was annoying. he just found it hilarious, and couldn’t stop chuckling at it. he smirked as she presented the honestly heinous looking food; dubious and disgusting… perfect. he combed through his hair a few times before attempting to shove his face into the food, mostly to get a reaction out of his friend. “ay, ay, hidey, ‘m so hungry though! ain’t had anythin’ since this morning!”
while that wasn’t a lie, he didn’t have that much of a breakfast. he’d never publicly admit it, but he worries about rawhide; she was the closest thing he had to a friend, and he treasured that bond. even if it was… a bit too chaotic to others. not that he really cared.
snag rolled his eyes, propping his feet up on the table and leaning almost dangerously back in the chair he currently occupied. he’ll let her finish her fill before attempting again. ◄
★ ; . another spoonful feeds in between her teeth, wedging awkwardly as she lets lips preen into a smile. if he was hungry, he could always — ❛ - use y’er hands then ! - ❜ no reason he can’t shovel some heap into his maw via old fashioned fingerfood handling. fishing her utensil out from the grating steel scraping teeth, rawhide dives it in for another helping && plunges it into her cheek.
❛ - by th’ by, snag. . . did’ja remember to check on lil tussle ? he seemed outta it las’ night. - ❜ their confiscated tumbleweedian runt had taken to rawhide, a critter she kept in their jail with a few blankets since outlaws had trickled thin recently. just to check if he’s paying attention, the sheriff bends back her spoon && catapults a glob of slop at his cheek.
cue a gigglesnort.
