Jono kind of slumped sideways, resting his shoulder against Hannibal's and looking out at the chaos. What wasn't smoking was frozen over or covered in glue or just broken. A small chunk of ceiling dangled loosely for a few seconds more before giving up on life and dropping to the floor with a wet squelch.
//At least the food survived,// he mumbled.
Not at all sour about the fact that he was the only one who couldn't eat any of it. Really.
Re: Aftermath
//At least the food survived,// he mumbled.
Not at all sour about the fact that he was the only one who couldn't eat any of it. Really.