[ Quiet falls on the small table, then, buffered by the slightly echo-distorted sound of 80s pop music playing over the food court speakers, and the wet sounds of Daryl chewing. Impressive, that he manages to sound this gross without actually chewing with his mouth open. A skill.
He just stares at Wren for a bit. Digesting both pizza and words. ]
You've got superheroes, [ he says at length, ] but you asked where I'm from?
[ Maybe Daryl's not the one having a breakdown after all! ]
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He just stares at Wren for a bit. Digesting both pizza and words. ]
You've got superheroes, [ he says at length, ] but you asked where I'm from?
[ Maybe Daryl's not the one having a breakdown after all! ]