[Sven couldn't be bothered to do things like leave his bed to get his credit card, guns, and gadgetry, but he sure could wander into the kitchen in the middle of the night. He got hungry sometimes, okay. Since dragonblooded humans have darkvision, he was just rifling through the pantries in the dark, looking for something to stuff his face with. Maybe Triscuits. Mmmmm.
It took him a minute to realize someone else was in the kitchen. And a few seconds to watch her and realize she wasn't looking so hot. ... Emotionally. So he strides over.]
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It took him a minute to realize someone else was in the kitchen. And a few seconds to watch her and realize she wasn't looking so hot. ... Emotionally. So he strides over.]
Munchies? [He is very articulate.]