( A huge, juicy, fat-dripping burger clutched in his skinny hands (one of his hands inked with a tattoo), Jesse halts with his mouth wide, teeth about to sink into it for another bite. He cuts an interrupted glance at the girl, yellow mustard smeared like a half smile along the side of his lips. There's still a mouthful of burger from his last bite that he hasn't fully chewed and swallowed yet, stuffed into his cheek like a chipmunk. Gross. )
Umngh... ( "Um", that's meant to be. He aborts biting into his burger, chewing, working his jaw quickly. He looks like a giant kid with the way he's eating; he's got way too much in his mouth. ) Uts ugh burghbr?
( "It's a burger". In the cardboard tray in front of him on the table he's seated at, messily dolloped with burger mess and oil, is a tangle of fatty fries. And next to that, a tray with four sugary cinnamon donuts and a large takeaway cup of soda. )
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Umngh... ( "Um", that's meant to be. He aborts biting into his burger, chewing, working his jaw quickly. He looks like a giant kid with the way he's eating; he's got way too much in his mouth. ) Uts ugh burghbr?
( "It's a burger". In the cardboard tray in front of him on the table he's seated at, messily dolloped with burger mess and oil, is a tangle of fatty fries. And next to that, a tray with four sugary cinnamon donuts and a large takeaway cup of soda. )