[After setting everything right, Kid sighs, running his hands over his face. The relief from his anxiety is limited at best as everything had been set out of sorts--his hands still shake as he crosses his arms and looks away from Undertaker's taking a very slow deep breath.
Kid is quiet for thirty solid seconds, composing himself. Then:]
...I have some food from the school. It is not quite rations, but I would hesitate to call it luxurious.
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Kid is quiet for thirty solid seconds, composing himself. Then:]
...I have some food from the school. It is not quite rations, but I would hesitate to call it luxurious.