[There is a deep chuckle at Shawn's words, coming from a mask that lay sitting on the desktop, yet moved as if it was picked up by someone and placed on their face before Remy faded into view, still recognizable as him even with it on in that strange dream-like manner. He reached over, deciding to spare the boy the hassle of needing to keep contact with the cards, taking them from his hands if Shawn's fingers allowed themselves to be pried off them.]
Do I really have to call in questionin' ya normal eatin' habits?
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Do I really have to call in questionin' ya normal eatin' habits?