[ Whether he'd like it or not... It's been quite some time since he felt like dying, had anything bad happen to him that'd warrant him contemplating walking into traffic, but while he's grateful for that vote of confidence...
He doesn't want to die by getting eaten by bugs. He'd rather die like this: a pointed stare off into the distance that would be much more effective if he could stare right at Clover's eyes, and he downs the rest of the contents of the cup.
Immediately, the hand before his face becomes invisible, presumably along with the rest of him, everything but an empty cup hovering in the middle of the store. ]
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He doesn't want to die by getting eaten by bugs. He'd rather die like this: a pointed stare off into the distance that would be much more effective if he could stare right at Clover's eyes, and he downs the rest of the contents of the cup.
Immediately, the hand before his face becomes invisible, presumably along with the rest of him, everything but an empty cup hovering in the middle of the store. ]