[It's become natural for them to end up like this. He doesn't bother to turn around or acknowledge the fool in any way outside of a single grunt over his pot of bubbling minestrone.
He hasn't seen him all day-something about dressing up like some kind of Halloween costume for a bizarre skit and that'll make him money? He can't fathom the finer details. It's all nonsense at the end of the day.
It's the poke against his cheek that makes him turn to look at his companion. The pointed mustache being far from the most offense thing he's wearing right now.]
You're not sitting at the table looking like that.
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He hasn't seen him all day-something about dressing up like some kind of Halloween costume for a bizarre skit and that'll make him money? He can't fathom the finer details. It's all nonsense at the end of the day.
It's the poke against his cheek that makes him turn to look at his companion. The pointed mustache being far from the most offense thing he's wearing right now.]
You're not sitting at the table looking like that.