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"I'm so sorry about that! Let me buy you a new sandwich."
Tango stared down at the sub that had hit the ground with a sad smack. Avocado and spinach splattered out to make the food look like it had been apart of a crime scene.
Despite that, and the miserable grumble his stomach gave off, the man smiled and waved it off. “Oh no worries, mistakes happen!” He had enough money to go get something else to eat…even if had been looking forward to all that green goodness.
What's wrong?
My muse burnt their Christmas cookies
Tango whistled as he flung what looked like a black rock into the water. Mahou floated next to the redhead, her mouth full of the handle of a basket which held crispy cookies in vague holiday shapes.
Being on the beach the man expected someone to eventually question him. He snickered and looked over at trainer.
"Skippin' rocks." He plucked another cookie from the basket and tossed it out to sea. "Or at least they may as well be rocks."
What’s wrong?
My muse is wishing it would snow
The man unzipped his jacket and grunted as he fanned himself. It felt like a sin for it to be so hot and humid in December of all months. The leather of his pastel coat had been clinging to him uncomfortably for a while. Tango snapped his head when someone abruptly spoke up.
"Oh! Haha...nothin' bad." He cocked a grin at the trainer. "I just wish it were colder. Hoenn could use some snow."
