[The chips finally fall with an anticlimactic crinkling sound. Henry retrieves them and leans against the machine, pulling the bag open. He tried to ignore a long strand of...goop...that plops down by his shoe.]
[At the thought of Lust growing upset with a hypothetical Henry oozing around the kitchen, he lets out a snort.]
no subject
[At the thought of Lust growing upset with a hypothetical Henry oozing around the kitchen, he lets out a snort.]
Oh no.