[Fenris, miraculously enough, manages to skip being pissed off at having been in this conversation for all of two minutes and still having no answers in favor of being flabbergasted. Nutrition what now?
He pinches the bridge of his nose, as if checking to see if this were part of a dream, which would explain the surreality of this stranger saying things to him as if they make any sort of sense.]
I don't know who you are, [he finally insists with frustration.] Now answer the question.
no subject
He pinches the bridge of his nose, as if checking to see if this were part of a dream, which would explain the surreality of this stranger saying things to him as if they make any sort of sense.]
I don't know who you are, [he finally insists with frustration.] Now answer the question.