[His pride's already taken a few solid hits today but, hey, better not to kick him while he was down. It's reassuring to feel his feet against the ground with each step, like he actually had some strength left.]
That place... [he weakly gestures with his free hand. The gesture is not helpful.]
The one with the pretzels. [aka Auntie Anne's. He was so sick of looking at pretzels. Cinnamon pretzels, pretzel dogs, dipping sauce...]
[... for saying he felt sick, though, he actually felt less like he would vomit as they trudged back. His head was still spinning, it was still hard to focus, but he didn't feel that black ichor pushing at his throat anymore.]
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That place... [he weakly gestures with his free hand. The gesture is not helpful.]
The one with the pretzels. [aka Auntie Anne's. He was so sick of looking at pretzels. Cinnamon pretzels, pretzel dogs, dipping sauce...]
[... for saying he felt sick, though, he actually felt less like he would vomit as they trudged back. His head was still spinning, it was still hard to focus, but he didn't feel that black ichor pushing at his throat anymore.]