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"hey hey hey, you only get to take parts from lola if you teac me how to pilot this ship!" arthur snapped out of his embarrassed state, now looking directly at albe with his arms crossed. with a smug smirk, he crossed his legs like the gentleman he was raised to be.
"besides... shouldn't we be getting out of here by now? if this planet is infested with outlaws like you say... i mean, i'm not a child i can at least fish myself up, " arthur offered. as if on que, the stove beeped, announcing that the noodles were done.
art situated himself with the crutches, then hopped up from his seat. he made his way over to the boiling food, his dark eyes sparkling as he licked his lips in anticipation. "don't worry, i'll save you a portion," he called back to albe, basically taking over half of the noodles in the pot into his big metal bowl. he grabbed what he believed to be a eating utensil, and carried the bowl in one hand as he leaned most of his weight onto the remained crutch.
"see," he huffed, plopping his bowl onto the table, and steadily, yet shakily, lowered himself back onto his seat. " not useless," he said triumphantly as he immediately began to engulf the noodles.
he felt the warm noodles slide down his throat, warming his insides. "ahhhh, yeah, that hits the spot!" he exclaimed as he shoved another mouthful in.
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