[ Reiner doesn't admit how much of a relief it is when the stranger's smile returns to "polite" instead of that combination of judgment, disappointment, and threat. Who knew a smile could multitask so efficiently?
He turns to the vending machine, using his boot (this time) to nudge aside some larger glass shards. Then he reaches inside, grimacing, prepared to touch cold, dead flesh wrapped in plastic— ]
…
[ —only to touch … something spongey?
He shakes his head, glancing at the other man. ]
This isn't flesh. [ He draws a plastic-wrapped "hand" out of the machine, holding it out for inspection. ] There's too much give to it. See?
[ He squeezes gently, and the "hand" smushes like the cake that it is. ]
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[ Reiner doesn't admit how much of a relief it is when the stranger's smile returns to "polite" instead of that combination of judgment, disappointment, and threat. Who knew a smile could multitask so efficiently?
He turns to the vending machine, using his boot (this time) to nudge aside some larger glass shards. Then he reaches inside, grimacing, prepared to touch cold, dead flesh wrapped in plastic— ]
…
[ —only to touch … something spongey?
He shakes his head, glancing at the other man. ]
This isn't flesh. [ He draws a plastic-wrapped "hand" out of the machine, holding it out for inspection. ] There's too much give to it. See?
[ He squeezes gently, and the "hand" smushes like the cake that it is. ]