I don't know, what kind of luck you got? [He sounds genuinely interested, and hot or not it seems like Niko is hungry enough that he doesn't care and is just downing this stuff in a few bites.]
[When he realizes he's being evaluated, he stops chewing. And sits. Like a cow with its cud. Then he swallows it.]
[Great impression he's making.]
[Even years down the line, it's easy to see a rough life. Scars from fights, explosions. In some ways, even if he's cleaned, it looks as though the dirt ground into his skin. His fingers poking out from his gloves are calloused, and no horrible life circumstance but plain good old misfortune gave him ears that stick out like that. Despite looking ridiculous at that moment, he's not had it easy.]
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[When he realizes he's being evaluated, he stops chewing. And sits. Like a cow with its cud. Then he swallows it.]
[Great impression he's making.]
[Even years down the line, it's easy to see a rough life. Scars from fights, explosions. In some ways, even if he's cleaned, it looks as though the dirt ground into his skin. His fingers poking out from his gloves are calloused, and no horrible life circumstance but plain good old misfortune gave him ears that stick out like that. Despite looking ridiculous at that moment, he's not had it easy.]