[The smell has Tuco flaring his nostrils the moment he edges his way through the door. It doesn't remind him of home or anything, no, but his stomach lets its opinion be known with an angry little growl—a quick, deep gurgle that no doubt roughly translates to, "This'll do! Now let me eat!"
Awkwardly shrugging his jacket off, he makes his way over to a table and sets himself down. Rather than looking for or at a menu, he lets his eyes drift over to waitress, first keying in on those extra limbs, before inevitably sliding lower. Brief evaluation done, he turns back to Niko, staring at him expectantly.]
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Awkwardly shrugging his jacket off, he makes his way over to a table and sets himself down. Rather than looking for or at a menu, he lets his eyes drift over to waitress, first keying in on those extra limbs, before inevitably sliding lower. Brief evaluation done, he turns back to Niko, staring at him expectantly.]