Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190105054925

"mmmmp mmmp" Prad backs off the table for a moment, all of his focus on chewing the ball of pasta and meat. His hands rise to be at his neck's height, eyes shot upward. The cheeks redden from the tireless struggle against the strings of sauce and pasta seeking to outlast him.

It fails against the hungry courier's jaw as one strand snaps. Then a second. And a third. Making quick work of the food, Prad chews like a starving man, hand over his jaw in an attempt to mask the most of it. Eventually, he swallows it all, a strain in the effort, but his face garnished with pride tales the literal mouthful as 'worth it'.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see how much I could fit. I think I'll stop doing that now".