they're in a... well, it's a breakroom. just a staff breakroom. there's a microwave, some shelves and drawers, cutlery, a fridge, a sink... various half-finished containers of drygoods with names written on them in a sharpie litter the counter. in the middle of the room is two folding tables, pushed together to form a square, and a number of folding chairs.
he hucks his head off, dropping it on the ground without fanfare.]
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they're in a... well, it's a breakroom. just a staff breakroom. there's a microwave, some shelves and drawers, cutlery, a fridge, a sink... various half-finished containers of drygoods with names written on them in a sharpie litter the counter. in the middle of the room is two folding tables, pushed together to form a square, and a number of folding chairs.
he hucks his head off, dropping it on the ground without fanfare.]
We can eat here.
[what a romantic.]